The Universe’s Nocturnal Hours
Necessary to re-boot and re-charge
The universal clock is silently ticking over
As the night hours slowly turn into morning,
Almost three am on a dark moonless night
Although there will be a new day dawning.
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The nighttime outside world is deadly silent
Although the same is true here, on the inside,
The only sound, a constant ringing in my ears
Is what breaks the harsh silence open wide.
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You would find yourself forgiven in a heartbeat
If you were somehow convinced you were alone,
The dark, the early hours, the silence, the stillness
All assist in driving that very message home.
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But wait, look out the window, what do you see
There, that little glimmer of hope and peace,
A solo light shines in the house over the road
And you then let out a deep sigh in sheer relief.
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Out of the blue, the sound of a voice carries to you
Gently floating and swaying on tonight’s wispy breeze,
Turns into a loud yell, followed by crude language
Harsh unnecessary noises that once again relieves.
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Suddenly a solo bird lets out a musical trill
Next thing you know a musical band starts,
Nature playing, totally carefree in its element
The beat of a possum’s feet playing a part.
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Synchronicity, each beat, every natural tone
Harmonises with each animal’s unique sound,
A trill, a hoot, drumming of feet, clicking of beak
A plane in the sky, a car travelling the ground.
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Each tone, including the ringing in my ears
A slight wispy breeze, carries nature’s song
The greatest musical masterpiece around,
Swooping and dancing as it breezes along.
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The balmy night air slides against your skin
Not noticeable at any other time of the day,
Those last few darkened morning hours
Causes sensory calmness to come into play.
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It is at that three am, that early morning hour
That your mind can wander gently along,
Quiet whispers of a lingering past and present
Leading into meandering thoughts that belong.
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Ideas and plans for the future slip in midstream
Blending and merging with today’s thoughts,
Manifesting your tomorrow’s, your dreams
Into existence, experiences and lessons taught.
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I will be totally exhausted all day tomorrow
Due to the lack of sleep in these early hours,
But the calming silence and peaceful darkness
Please don’t underestimate nature’s powers.
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Once a week I’ll awaken in the darkest hours
And I know I need a cleanse and toxic discharge,
The emotional battery reservoir almost depleted
The night hours needed to reboot and recharge.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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This one hit me on an emotional level. I felt such a yearning to hear that synchronicity if sound and hear it as music. Thank you... This is beautiful.