Night touches leaves to cool their sunburn.
They no longer compete with blue sky
to lure eyes from infinity’s contemplation.
It is between shadow and moon secrets
breathe the indigo colors of tranquility
releasing exposure’s fear on Dayea’s breast.
Bare feet wander the dreamer’s path
under Nyx’s watchful eye avoiding nightmare’s stones
to find Mousai's crumbs leading to their front door.
Mother Oak wraps the night in her protective limbs
and stands as sentry to watch the horizon
until light stirs the bird song to announce morning.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Dayea ~ Filipino goddess of secrets
Nyx ~ Greek goddess of the night
Comments
@aprille, thank you!
@Lisa, thanks so much
@Fireblossom, thanks
@Margaret, thank you so much
K
I love your ending...
I need to do another one
:D
Lovely
The wait for the dawn can drag, don't envy the sentries.
@Ella, thanks. I wasn't sure how it would go. I just started writing. :)
@J thanks!
@Akila, thank you. I think I write about peace when I need it the most.
@Hannah, thank you so much! Yes, a very cool coincidence. :)
@Mary, thank you. I love the night and I seem to always be awake for most of it!
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