Way passed the sleep hour.
I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.
This moon shy night admits no ray.
Penetrates my mind. A church bell chimes:
And the deadly silence strikes
That deep dark hole of the head.
Nothing is awake.
Yet, something appeals. I know it is out there.
Minutes tick by.
The devastating silence is deafening.
Yet, I stand amidst this loneliness,
Gazing into the nothingness
That this night has blessed upon me.
Nature presents its all.
This midnight feast has gained its all,
Of stillness; ever moving stillness which stops at nothing.
As dawn would soon break, the night has offered its splendor.
And I; still, like the world around me
Has tasted a-plenty.
As my bed beckons, I shall surely come here once more
And take in the stillness twice more.
This stillness, tonight, has appealed to me.
But I must be gone.