Lucid Night


More lucid in the clear dark night
The starkness of day washed away
It only seems too late to make a change
But instead of one day ending
Why can’t it be another beginning
Choices have been winnowed to precious few
And in all honesty were there ever really choices at all
Or just one path with many diversions

When the feet are tired of trudging along
The grey matter takes up the case
Coming up with solutions where no problems existed
Still staring at star dials and maps
Looking for some sense of time or direction
The night echoes the day

Thankful for cloudless nights
Stars are shown brightest
When all the house is quiet
Only breathing and crickets to be heard
There is a brief real moment
All fits together
Every thought, feeling, creature, color
Then it’s gone at the next blink of an eye


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