I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl of waves and foam It glides down, a flying ballerina In the far end of my vision, I can see shimmering stars glistening: City lights I look deeply into the vast universe below, a world of its own, And see reflections Somewhere, I can be sure, someone else is beholding the same image. And watching the same moon run like a track star into the waiting sky, Her finish line I hear the buzz of voice and wind and sea, blended to perfection I breathe the deep night air in deeply and regard the infinite sky, Ever changing like the world around me And in that short moment of life, everything is silent I can remember none of my past, and can think not of my future I can hear no buzz, only the rhythmic sounds of my heart and my breath I feel I am alone on this earth, alone with the stars and the moon and the wind Alone with only one song to listen to: The song of peace that has been heard by many before, And will be for many to come And then it all disappears: The aloneness The light San Francisco, Into darkness Rhiannon Grodnik,11San Francisco, California
Poetry-Nighttime
Sunset
I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl of waves and foam It glides down, a flying ballerina In the far end of my vision, I can see shimmering stars glistening: City lights I look deeply into the vast universe below, a world of its own, And see reflections Somewhere, I can be sure, someone else is beholding the same image. And watching the same moon run like a track star into the waiting sky, Her finish line I hear the buzz of voice and wind and sea, blended to perfection I breathe the deep night air in deeply and regard the infinite sky, Ever changing like the world around me And in that short moment of life, everything is silent I can remember none of my past, and can think not of my future I can hear no buzz, only the rhythmic sounds of my heart and my breath I feel I am alone on this earth, alone with the stars and the moon and the wind Alone with only one song to listen to: The song of peace that has been heard by many before, And will be for many to come And then it all disappears: The aloneness The light San Francisco, Into darkness Rhiannon Grodnik,11San Francisco, California
Into the Night
Loud chirping surrounds the house. It is hard to concentrate on anything else, While the wood frogs and peepers are calling. Silently, I put down my book, and slide away from my chair. I lean out of the window, seeing nothing, But feeling something in the air. The stars are shining brightly. I cannot see the tiny creatures, But their voices are calling, calling, Begging to be heard. Suddenly, I am through the window And into the night. Sitting on the porch roof, Letting the chirps and peeps envelop me. The tiny animals of the swamp are calling, calling, We are alive. Eliza Putnam, 13Hartland, Vermont
