Day recedes into night
A whisper or echo
Now muffled by woolen brocades
Night-wandering, my spirit soars
It leaps, plunges, stalks before laying beside my still form
Rest at last in dark places
Sheltered from intrusions of city lights and sounds
Stillness enters my being and fills it with calm
Dark skies are a gift, a treasure. Consider working to reduce light pollution in your neighborhood. The dark is deeply restful. Find out more at International Dark-Sky Association.
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