Night

for One Word Sunday

One Word Sunday…night

for One Word Sunday

Semi-silent Sunday…Mountain night

Friday Fictioneers: The Night Shall Be Filled With Music

If I could, I would arrange my poem differently, but I’m a hostage to the vagaries of WordPress.  So I beg of you to forgive the formatting and allow yourself to hopefully be swept away into the music of the hundred words.  The particular words grew from an idea based on  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields‘ picture below.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Night Shall Be Filled With Music

The music of my soul…
	the quiet vastness of the mountains
	the soothing reiteration of waves playing on the sand
	the vivid flower colors
	the chuckling of the stream
	the endless canopy of stars 
	the stark beauty of the desert
	the play of animals

The music of my mind…
	words dancing on pages 
	creating word and pictures
	birthing joy
	provoking laughter
	coaxing tears
	sharing stories
	stealing into my soul

The music of my heart…
	your yawning morning stumble
	your image on my not-so-smart  phone
	your loving smile
	your hair beneath my hands
	your heart against mine
	your hands playing me

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And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

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Mountains of quiet

Nighttime in the mountains. I go out to sit on the cabin porch in the cool evening air and almost fall down the few steps as my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness which immediately envelops me.  Ensconced in the lounge chair, my eyes wide open as they can be, straining to take in every particle of light, I realize once again that darkness is a relative term. 

Night time haiku