Ballad of The Night

do not ever try
to say hello to high and dry.

just listen to the silence of the night.
let the wind whisper it

do not fear the darkness.
it’s just about mr. moon’s laziness.

when the cold gets up your nose,
come and lean on me close

do not let the misery
pollute our cherished night. like chemistry,
life is mystery
and it’s also temporary

do not stop our sailing,
or long for the morning
since the light of your eyes crossing
above the rim of the glass you’re holding
prevents the stars from sparkling

the season won’t ever be cracking
if the fireflies stop flaming.
that’s how—for each other—we’re caring,
daring, loving, and cherishing.

it won’t be that long.
tired cricket’s song
sounding like a gong
tells us to be strong

when we’re getting old,
I’ll be a hand to hold,
promise you can easily ford.
when we leave this strangling world,
we’ll be a story to be told



Nov 2, 2009