Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man on the moon.
Let the moon take over,
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover,
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning,
With no need for any worrying.
HAIKU OF GOODBYE
The galaxy shines.
In awe of the human race.
It makes my heart race.
I cannot see far.
But I know what is right here.
It’s not far from here.
Heaven covers us.
Protects above and below.
To it, I must go.
Goodbye to my friends.
Time comes to an abrupt end.
I shine for each friend.
Source:randomthoughtsforabeautifulgirl
ONE SONG
Sing me a love song.
Rhyme me a sad tale.
The woe of heartbroken lovers
whose tinny cries take to the air.
The needle rides the grooves.
Round in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end.
Like a tear that refuses to fall.
A song without an end.
The melody echoes through eternity.
One jump and scratch at a time.
One block turns.
The others turn.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Similar to people.
Following one person.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Following one ideal.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Are we cattle?
No.
Be unique.
Stand strong.
For your beliefs.
Stand strong.
Dare to be different.
What does it feel like to fly,
Rising to meet the blue sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
Alone and soaring high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you, please.
What can I do to appease?
The wind will ruffle my feathers.
I will fly without any tethers.
I will fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).
Play me a song.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love your singing voice,
But the harp is my choice.
The music soothes my sad soul
From the day taking its toll.
I need the music today.
Please, sit for me and play.
Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer the books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
Wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow the streets with the rain.
The ocean takes it far away
To places, we cannot say.
Where no one can feel its sharpened sting
Or know the infliction it may bring.
Let the rain grow harder with might,
Hailing on this dark, fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain,
Standing clean and free from the pain.
I hold my head high to the wet spray
as it turns into a mist of gray.
Once the faucet has shut for the night,
I’m left at peace with the coming light.
Night turns into day,
Day turns into night.
I feel myself sway,
As I hold onto the light.
The night numbs me,
Frighteningly cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer the day
When the sun shines.
The night can be fey,
Dark streaking the pines.
Night turns into day.
Day turns into night.
Days become gray,
I have no more
strength to fight.
I see him in my mind’s eye.
He is dead, and so am I.
He floats alone in the ocean.
We have taken the dark potion.
He drifts near,
Without fear.
I long to touch his face,
Not of the human race.
My spirit glides free.
And soon so shall he.
SUSANNE LEIST 