When The Night is Still

                                                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