Night Noises

The last light falls behind the treeline,
a playful peekaboo of light in
these last moments.

It will be night soon,
and the tree frogs and foxes will hold court,
night noises,

unseen and comforting,
not the dark demons of what lies
in your mind,

The operative word being lies.
No, these are the truth of the night,
that it is a place of music

and only our minds plague us
when the light disappears over the horizon,
our thoughts keeping us awake,

with our worst imaginings
instead of letting nature’s lullaby
fall like a warm rain.

About this poem

Sometimes thinking is a glorious thing. At other times, it is our worst enemy.

Tom