Hi all,
This is another of my contribution to the forum. It is written in
1994, where it is the year where I wrote the most poetry.
The Night
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The Night,
A mystical period of the day
with the fiery sun obscured,
A periodic timing of half the twenty four segments
with saturated darkness and minimal light points.
Of Legend, it is said,
that an Entity in Heaven,
threw the cloak over half of Gaia,
but the shroud was imperfect,
which was why there are orbs of illumination,
For the concealed is overwhelming
and thus the birth of night.
Of Science, it is postulated,
By Oblers' paradox,
that it cannot exist,
as all points of starlight make the day,
even if the sun sets in the ecliptic.
But Edgar Allan Poe forged the golden walls with poetry,
Lord Kelvin conjectured the calculations with mathematics,
Hubble built the Expansion Law with physics,
to challenge the difficult riddle of the night,
Despite the efforts to solve the myth are made
the Night's mystery is still in shades.
Of Arts, it is fabricated,
by many poets that personified the night,
by many writers that it was Hades' incarnate,
by many artists that characterized the art innate,
by many musicians that composed soothing nocturnes,
with all music, arts,literature and philosophy built,
none can match a mortal's thought under the dark sky.
Of Mortal's thoughts,
Adore, cherish and love the night,
Fearful, hateful and afraid of no light.
As it is a time
to cease all work in day,
to consolidate all events in diary,
to enjoy that silent and soft flow of thought,
and to just idle and rest,
As it is a moment
of remembering someone or something dear,
of starry spheres to sight in heaven sear,
of not afraid the next day without fear,
As it is a whim
to feel a sense of care and comfort,
to be inspired by the surroundings,
to self reflect and cultivate,
and to feel peace and harmony,
The night, of beauty,
to enjoy her essence, as it's said,
till the next passing day awaits.
Written on
11 Aug 94
