Something in the Night Beckons Me

For the Milky Way...

Something in the Night beckons me
To edge my way down its streets
Without a flashlight, or reflective clothing
I cannot hide in the day, so I hide in the Night

I am neither dangerous nor frightened
Only curious to know why you hide the moonlight
And starlight behind smog and pallid light
Have you forgotten the wonder of Night's sky?

The brilliance of Milky Way in her shrouded gown
The merging of star path and star light
Inexorably spinning her magnificent wheel
Silently holding court adorned with innumerable gems

I am in turns possessed and lost in her depths
She releases her secrets in spare moments
Only to the tender touch of these adoring eyes
Which spend their nights apart with her
Waiting to witness her smile

Author's Note

All comments and suggestions welcome.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

I came becuase depeche mode brought me here and not dissapointed Yey!. Waiting for the night to fall might be considered song lyrics by some not for others but what is at hand here is like the song when everything is dark it keeps us from the stark reality. And I am not joking when I say that the feling is similar as there is something out there guiding and the glowing of it might just bring deliverance.

I like this a lot welcome the serene awaiting

Thankyou

[J. Land]

Rene, I confess it's taken me some time to fully appreciate the complexities of Depeche Mode. They move so seamlessly from the profane to the sublime. I'd never heard "Waiting for the Night" until you mentioned it here, so I checked it out. Thank you for introducing me to such a haunting beauty.

The day sky can be beautiful, but it's like looking at pleasant window covering. I smile and nothing more. The night sky opens me up to eternity. My jaw hangs open and the possibilities are endless.

Thank you for reading and your kind words.

[Jack Wolfe]

Okay, James, admit it your really a romantic at heart. Upon reading the title, I thought Bradbury, 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' alright I'm in your a fright, then you back hand me with luminescent metaphors, place me behind the eyes of a star-gazer, and deliver a stunning star-studded work of art.

Minor nick-picks, they take nothing away from the piece, but if your interested:

The
The
(Third stanza)


Wait
Watching
(fourth stanza)

Great work.

[J. Land]

I think you've found me out, Jack. I admit it. I think of myself as a romantic realist. Most of this life knocks the wind out of your lungs, but its nice to catch your breath every now and then. I'm glad you mentioned Bradbury as he has influenced my writing more than any other. I find myself reading and re-reading his works, never tiring of them. He was a romantic, too.

I appreciate your suggestions. I'm learning a bit how to eliminate those unnecessary words.

Thank you.

[Jack Wolfe]

I just finished reading 'Fahrenheit 451' a few months back, nothing better than censorship in a modern world that been desensitized.