Night Movements

Night Movements

a semi soft

semi cool

night wind

blowing remnants of memories

through my soul

i reach to grab the tails

as they teasingly

tickle flashes of times

into my nowness

there is a rumbling i hear

echoing from the distance

over the peaks of mountains

that stand quietly

in the obscurity

for darkness prevails

what ails me

what fails me i ask

the thunder is shaking

the very air

and Mother is quaking softly

making me take notice

that all is not quite sound

there must be clouds

for the stars too

have been cloaked

and are not prominently

displaying their wonder

they only peek intermittently

at me

as i peek at them

these are movement of the night

and the lights are dimmed

about me

and within

there goes a flash

as the cache of static

has another go at it

discharging it’s prominence

and it’s dominance

of awareness

for we all know of the lightening

and what it can do

enlightening the night

with it’s eclectic dance

enhancing

what moment before

was not seen

and the night shifts

slightly aright

emulating day

with  it’s own brilliance

in

Night Movements

and the rains are on their way

© 28 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.