Night and day glance from one to the other,
Dusk gradually sinks into a sleepy slumber.
The achievements of the day stand tall,
Troubles disturb restless sleeping hours.
Sunrise returns back a new starting point,
The heavy drapes of nightfall drawn aside.
Perception views a comfortable blue sky,
This familiar world moulds our surroundings.
Daytime crammed with routine and actions,
Energy wanes as today yawns for tomorrow.
By nightfall distortion teases our imagination,
We are but a pinhead in planetary significance.
Minuscule dots of dusty matter cluttering earth,
The night sky impacts upon personal observation.
Our littleness stares into an unbounded darkness,
Unknowns remain untouchable to our familiarity.
Under a starry camouflage evil lurks in shadows,
Actions revealed in the dawn of day accountability.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 09/07/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Night.’..