Promising Night

The monotonous drone of the world
The rampant ticking and tocking of days passing
Resonating within my every thought, my every movement
Like the fluidity of gases being exchanged
Or the rhythm of rain drops as they fall upon newly birthed leaves

The mystery that is pleasure
So distant at times
The ceaseless thundering of questions
The lack of answers
The running

The gray damp of the morning
As my feet caress the rough exterior that is the avenue
The whine of the wind whistling through the depths of my ears
As I swirl about the glade in which my thoughts linger
Waiting to be gathered and sifted through

And then it is by the effervescent glow of the lady moon
That I am greeted
She peeks through my window
Winking at me
Almost as if to say "Goodnight,"
And "until tomorrow"

Almost as comforting as the soft touch of a mother as she tucks her child into bed