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[Anaximandala]

A flick'ring dance of sound and light,
when fire's mirroring at night
on silent water - just to get
in darkness lost; and fluctuate
while shining pale; but smold'ring yet
above the blooming forests glade.
 
Unsaturated, glowing lit
lets shadows walking in between
the trees. Excitement's never been 
in such a mystic atmosphere.
The night's just precious and great,
it feels like magic's in the air!
 
While whispering from harmony,
wind's rushing through the canopy:
The forest's breathing out and in
and leafes are raising billowing.
 
 
The realm of night.
Where stars reside,
resilient watching,
billion eyed;
 
how chaos, weaved 
to harmony 
in cycling order
of constructs,
 
in inevi-
-tability
of evanescence,
selfdestructs.
 
We are perceived 
in depth of night, 
observed by silent, 
guarding light
 
attended by 
the tidal moon.
We strive for order;
dying soon.
 
-
 
Stars are glistering. The wide
kingdom of their traveling light
circles through infinity.
 
Silent guardians, billion eyed,
mystic spirits of the night.
They impact the destiny.

 

[Vetula]

Hi @Anaximandala
what a nice poem. Der Übergang vom Hektischen und Lauten des Tages zur Stille der Nacht. In der man vielleicht sogar die Bäume Atmen hören kann. Gefällt mir sehr.
LG 
Vetula

 

[Anaximandala]

Guten Morgen, @Vetula
 
da kann ich nur ganz herzlich Danke! sagen 🤗
 
Freut mich, dass dir Zeilen die gefallen 🙂
 
Liebe Grüße
Delf