When the Night is Still
When the night is still
Darkness blankets the glory of day
The sun escapes, expectations cease
Seduced by the thickness of oncoming dew
I breathe in the aroma of sweet magnolias
In the heaviness of night I find restoration
Reaching out in darkness, I lose myself
Slow in thought, movement abysmal
Resigned to lower heavy lids
Responsibility ceases
Longing for a day as reverent as night