Behold….
the night larks take flight
scan the barren sky
abruptly they fly
under the cover of darkness
beyond fear or fright
night birds head skyward
wings spread in the night
Below them shadow people
steal into the dark
the lamplight silhouettes
converging in an arc
those that sleep in silence
know not what it means
as night larks arise
and fly with scattered dreams
So lovely…
Thank you 🙂
Reminds me of myself when I actually left my house after 10. Is this a metaphor for night people?
It could be…I have always liked evening and night, and a bit of mystery. In my natural habitat, I’m a night person.
That all went out the window for me with kids.
Yep, for all of us 🙄
Lovely poem 🙂
Thanks and thanks for reading!
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing and happy weekend to you. 🙂
Thanks and happy weekend to you!
Yes, I love night magic, dreamy thoughts and birds. Exquisitely written, Lana. 🙂
Thanks Robin, I’ve always been a night owl 🙂
I would be like my parents when they retired, they sometimes slept till noon! 🙂
Sounds good to me 🙂