lime pagoda
They turn away when daylight ends,
As if the dark is not a friend,
They fear the hush, the fading light,
And call it lonely, call it night.
But night is where the noise grows thin,
Where crowded thoughts don’t press within,
Where everything that shouts all day,
At last just slowly slips away.
No bright demand, no endless show,
No need to rush, no need to know,
Just quiet stretching soft and wide,
With something peaceful held inside.
And in that hush, so calm, so deep,
A gentle presence falls asleep,
Not lost, not gone, not out of sight,
Just breathing slowly within the night.
The stars don’t argue, don’t compete,
They flicker small, they stay discreet,
A thousand lights, yet none too loud,
No single one must draw a crowd.
The dark is not a thing to fear,
It keeps what daylight won’t keep near,
The softer things, the calm, the slow,
The ones that only night can know.
So let them miss what they don’t see,
The quiet in its honesty,
For in the dark, so soft, so deep,
The world is finally allowed to sleep.
teal spade
tardy parcel