When the Night Forgets Itself
Daybreak arrives too soon
When the Night Forgets Itself
The night once forgot itself,
and dawn arrived too soon.
The stars blinked, startled and lost,
their silver scattered in confusion.
Dreams spilled into waking,
and the air smelled of change.
I walked barefoot through the half-light,
listening for a truth that hid from sound.
Somewhere, a clock refused to move,
as if mourning the end of sleep.
The wind tugged softly at my sleeve,
asking me not to go too far.
But I did. I always do.
And when I looked back, the night was gone.
Only morning stood there, quiet and kind,
as if it knew what I had left behind.
I reached for what was fading,
the hush before the light.
Even endings can be gentle,
when seen from the edge of night.
And there, where time holds its breath,
I understood the truth I’d sought.
The night forgets itself to be forgiven,
and I forget to be caught.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Good job for a poem that almost seemed like a lullaby in a way when one wakes from a dream or nightmare and not sure to wake or not.