The night sounds speak quietly
too early for the bird’s song
too early for morning clatter
I know light will come
but it’s eternity to wait
Knowing that dawn’s arrival
will bring its familiar sounds
a warble in the distance
a clear familiar call
but I wonder what’s next
The day’s rhythm begins
the night’s quiet thoughts
quickly fade to actions
contemplation submits
but I question why
The day half over
not a moment is spent
on what mattered at night
its wisdom quickly fades
no time to think at all
but the hours tick away
Evening arrives again
I look forward to relief
from incessant action
the day demands of me
rest turns to exhaustion
but I wonder why
Maybe I need to learn
to listen more each night
the darkness and the silence
the waiting to begin
exhaustion turns to hope
but its voice is small