I love reading Human Being's blog, she is so deep, so mystical, so deep!
She has invited us to write a poem about the night...and this one just flowed out of my head in an instant and on to a scrap of paper:
Night
Oh how I feared the night when I was young,
Dark and gruesome
Fierce and full of woes.
Oh how I feared the night when I grew up,
Tummy empty, yet bloated still
Filled with pangs of remorse.
Filled with pangs of remorse.
Now the night is fearful not,
Quiet, peaceful, all around
Sleep, rest, be still.
