"Nightfall"
The sun has set, the colors faded.
Traces of color and stars are shaded.
The trees stand great against
The darkened sky,
The birds are settled;
Only the owl will fly
The blanket of deep, rich ebony
Is profound-
To see it takes no sight;
To hear it takes no sound.
Only the color against
The darkness is white –
Those are dots of stars,
Simple but bright.
It has no name, it bears no title.
It’s simple but overwhelming,
Active but idle,
Shadows dance
Against the solace of the moon-
Twilight ends and the sun comes so soon.
Beauty soars and shimmers in the night
Soundlessly, wordlessly,
Breathtaking internal sight.
If you ever look up when the moon is tall,
If you listen closely, you will hear its call.
