The sky was night-black when the last star was inked out.
The sky was night-black but the people remembered.
The sky is night-black but the warm dawn is arriving;
Keep the door open and the fire well-stoked.
night
Moon
Ali stretched his hand towards the night sky and pulled down a crescent of milk-white seaglass, polished smooth by decades of waves. ‘Here is all the moon I can reach,’ he said. His lover smiled in silence, her eyes full of starlight. She touched the glass to her lips.
Beach night
The beach stones are thousand-year smooth, grey light grey when the clouds clear the moon, black as the night when the misting returns. The sky-black sea crashes foam white at its border. If there are voices, they are distant, both in place and time.
dark night
dark night, dark dreams swirling
eyes flicker, will they open?
blue bruised sky slowly lightens
Moon time
Milk-white light spills through the crescent slit in sky
Trees cast broken spider web shadows
I look at my phone as you tell me with you the sun is shining
The earth has spun you away
Night draws in
Night draws in its ice-chill velvet curtains
Frayed clouds worn patchwork beyond the trees
If you ever think of me, please say my name
Through the forest
Through the forest in the night blackness they crept in single file. “Turn that torch off!” he shouted, then saw the light was shining from the other man’s eyes.
Night, waiting
pale moon, stars, chalk clouds
snow on the distant mountains
night waiting, or night, waiting
Three pieces about the shortest and longest days (2 by me, 1 by Karina Brink)
The shortest day beckons sunlight.
The darkest night is before the dawn.
The path ahead may be through the shadows
but even this will pass.
***
The longest day brings an abundance of light.
Banishes all darkness & shadows.
At night, short & sweet:
Only dreams
Of hope.
***
Dreams of colour, splintered light.
The darkness behind the mirror leaves us with the shortest night.
And hope slow burns.
Honoured to share a page with Karina Brink @KarinaMSzczurek
Perhaps
There is nobody there I know
You are not there I know
But in the darkness I see your face
and reach for you
Inside my chest I feel your warmth
and reach for you
I reach for you
Perhaps tonight
Perhaps
