Dreary Morning

Rain drops on a window overlooking a city

Rain falls from black sky
No wind to be felt
No song of birds heard
The dawnless morning
Is as black as night
No hope of light
Not even starlight
I go about this morning
As I always have
But today I miss the light
Today I am wearied by the night

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Sleeping Hours

Day has ended
Night has fallen
The thunder of the day
Gives way to the subtle of the night
Beasts, great and small
Make their way through the night
Though man slumbers unaware

Yet here I lay
Wide awake
Unable to sleep
My mind rushes and rushes
Where the people sleep
I lie awake
Where the people rest
My soul stirs uneasily

Night has fallen
And my soul wanders
Across the landscape of my mind
There I see myself
My worries appear as mountains
My fears as canyons
My hopes as distant fields

Though all around me
The shadows of my fears
Rise and close in
Yet far above me
The stars of my hope
Shine far above me
A hidden hope of mine

Gray Mist

Black and gray clouds
Spread across the sky
As solid as any wall
As dominate as any mountain

Mist hangs in in the air
Forming a shadowy fog
It swirls and wraps
Its ethereal tendrils
Around car and building

Through the fog, you can hear
Beyond the sound of cars
Gentle laughter from afar
Music filling the silence
Though you cannot see
Those who sing and laugh

Perhaps, you say
That is some folk
Out for a stroll
Or you are simply
Imagining the sounds

Yet there is more here
For this mist forms a door
To a world far beyond our own
Yet take care to walk there
For there is no journey back

Night Owl Post

a cartoon design of a gray owl
A quick little art piece that I made for this post. I call him Alfie.

Wow! First week where I got a post in on time! Let the celebration commence with Doctor Pepper and cookies!

This week I have come to the realization that I do my best creative work late at night, around one o’clock in the morning. While a part of me is happy that I can once again write, design, and create other art forms, I wish it would be earlier than one in the morning!

I do try to get my work done earlier and be in bed before midnight but then I lose track of time and boom, it is two in the morning.

I do find it interesting though that many creative people I have met so far do a lot of their work late at night. From musicians to writers, their creativity clicks on at night.

Do you fall into this pattern?

My main reason why I am up so late at night is because I am working on some original stories! After having writer’s block for more than two years, I am just writing away. Which I will be doing tonight.

Here to all of us who work best late at night!

The Darkness

The day is falling
Darkness is rising

I watch its march across the land
All that was once true and apparent
Become lost in shadows and mystery

The day has ended
The darkness is complete

Yet I still see light
In the glimmers of the sky
They twinkle and twirl

Beneath the tree limbs
Dancing among the shadows
Are the dancing light

So perhaps the darkness is not wholly evil
Perhaps it is to show the light in the deepest places.

Of Stars and Thoughts

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You must forgive the quality of these photos. I had originally intended to see if I could spot some falling stars but unfortunately, I could not.

Instead I got to relax underneath a beautiful evening sky.

 

It was nice just to sit on top of my 4Runner. I had not seen such a sky since I was a child. I have been living in towns where the light pollution ruined any chance of seeing the night sky. I must say though, the sounds of cars passing by sounded much louder in the quiet.

Hopefully in the next few nights, I’ll be able to get better shots and enjoy it. Where I was could be considered the country even though the closest town was a mile away.

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I may also have found my new think place. Yay! Best part is it is not far away!

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I am sad that this light source was here. I think I could have gotten to see some amazing fall star falling. But, I did get this shot so I can’t complain too much.

 

Dusk Has Fallen

blue dusk and orange sunset
A Texas Sunset: brillant and cloudless

Dusk has fallen
A silence sits upon the land
No harsh sound
No cry of human voice

Dusk has fallen
The gentle wind
The quiet insects
Break what would be silence

Dusk has fallen
The light fades away
Now darkness wraps me
A gentle breeze to guide

Dusk has fallen
The magic of the land begins
The land of dream
The world of wake

Dusk has fallen
I fall asleep
To the sound of wind
And the sight of dreams