Dead of night

Silently and stealthily the dead of night creeps in

and steels like the thief it is human consciousness

and it runs, yes, it runs, into the wild unknown

there to clean and cosset its prize of the day.

But not completely evil it returns to the owner

all the components of what has gone before

always in the hope we’ll view with different eyes

and gain a new perspective on what we thought before.

And like the “love me/love me not” it works sporadically

because day like a fierce and aggressive sci-fi animal

wakes up and starts to feed on all re-assessments

until overfed are we on this life’s reality.

How beautiful if only known what the night brings forth

and how sad to let it slide into the rising sun

that lands us back and back again into the same old/same old

that keeps us held and bound in total unawareness. 

It’s life, you know, simply life and what is meant to be

until, until … well, of course, until the very end!