The night is long

Sometimes that is a restful thing

Sometimes not so much

I love the early morning

that is still a part of the night

The swing as slow as honey

An owl calls

through the silhouettes of the trees

Trees, that stand as sentries, as cathedrals

Just imagine how many many sleepy heads are bowed

among them this very moment…

As the clouds have parted above me

and a star becomes visible

to my far away eye

How beyond magical is it, that me, right here

can sort of be there too

up among the stars

Yesterday, I found this…

The closer I leaned in

the more I knew

the story of it,

A note rises and soars

taking shape upon the wind

nestled in the safety

of a white wing

How many songs are sung

floating to us where we are

through the darkness

of a long night

of an early morn

through the light

of a bright midday

of a sunset or rise

Imagine how they sleep too

and fly, the songs – I mean,

The strong sleepy music

tucked away

in all the tiny places

always softening the world

no matter whether they are seen

or not…

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ellie894 September 15, 2020

8 thoughts on “a note….

  1. There is beauty and magic in simple things all around us, all the time. We just need to slow down, be still, and open our eyes, ears and hearts to experience it.

    Thank you for sharing what your heart saw!πŸ’–πŸ’«βœ¨πŸ¦‰πŸŒ²πŸŽΆπŸŒ πŸ’ž

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