Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Logic loses power when dusk dims day.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Moon dissolves limits clear by sun.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Hopes, like fears take wing in shadow.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Magic arises with fog from the grass.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Moonlit pond mirrors soul's secrets.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
The owl sees as well as the eagle.
Honor thoughts that come in the night.
Night truths balance truths of day.
Wonderful poem, Victoria...I believe this, but for now my night thoughts are all about terror, looming mountains...so I am going to try to tell myself, "save it for the light."
ReplyDeleteI love the way you looked at this, Victoria...about honoring thoughts that come in the night. Seems a good idea in theory, but to me problems glare and scare more strongly at night than in the light of day.
ReplyDeleteWritten like a true wordsmith. Theres a great flow to this poem.
ReplyDeletea nice flow here. and it's true, nightly thoughts can hold great power and truth
ReplyDelete" ... Night truths balance truths of day ..."
ReplyDeleteSo true - the balance is the key!
I love the feel of your poem, Victoria. So much for me to mull over in this different aspect of night thought.. Your ending "Night truths balance truths of day" is perfect.
ReplyDeleteVictoria I very much like your unexpected direction with this prompt, honor rather than beware the thoughts of the night. This looking for the mystery and the unexpected in night thoughts goes along with my feelings about night thoughts, but logic always returns in daylight for me. Wonderful to think of the two kinds of truths balancing each other.
ReplyDeleteLove the repetition and POV on this. Very effective preentation to allow for thought. Excellent job. Love the name Victoria too, respectfully speaking of course:)
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt, and a nice twist. It is good to think that night thoughts can be good, too. Hope it's true!
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