The Darker

the moon through pine trees

In the sun you do not see me,
standing where your shadow falls
In the night you cannot hear me
although in silence blackness calls.
In the darkness, see the starlight
not visible in day
and in the realm of opal moonlight
rest you – by the window stay.
A fool is what people would call me
a master of deceit and lie
as real as your blackest nightmares
only gentler come whistling by.
In the breeze my weak flame sputters
casting dark, on dark, the night:
but in the gloom can stand – aphotic
so that you can see the light.

Seize Upon The Silence

It is five-am, with little light,

some would say the sky is dark:

before the chorus of the dawn

no birdsong yet – do hark!

But look again, just out there,

where trees all silhouetted stand,

proudly jutting from the earth,

into the night-sky fanned:

an array of branches reaching out

into the darkness – pray!

Is it not for catching moon-beams

that the leaves, all angled, stay?

How can the leaves have silhouettes,

unless the sky is bright,

with the faintly glowing silvery,

constellations of star-light?

Is it that we just don’t notice,

or do we choose that we don’t see,

that softly glowing, heaven’s light,

comes shine – or do we sleep-

walk through each day where ,

so many sights be seen,

that for the simplest beauty, then,

our eyes no longer keen!

So seize upon the silence,

but seize by letting go,

and see that all around you,

is a soft, celestial glow!