Atterbury Poem

Late night confessions of a midnight rambler...
Are strongly mixed with truth and the observations of
tired eyes.

Sitting, breathing, walking, dreaming...
I grow impatient of each passing experience not had.
Every nearby companion engulfed
in their own unconscious love affair with serenity.
Thoughts of envy and sadness creep like the song...
Distractions of loved ones who are not longer loving,
Make me remember how lucky I am to have lost.

The lights of man and society glow in the distance
They break up the shades of colors recently forgotten
By the sun.
Shadows form from structure and beast.
They placidly drape along the landscape
Like the random stains of an exploded bottle of ink.
No moon or stars tonight as they wickedly hoard their light
Behind the swollen clouds who's dreary dark masses
Jealously block the beauty of star light from the saturated planet.

The peace of night is serenaded
By a symphonic melody hummed on by tireless machines
While unseen natural contributors take up the harmony
Rustling, chirping, howling, and swirling a song
sung for a millenia before the first memory of man.

I sit transfixed by the incarcerating atmostphere
That captivates the senses while intrigues the imagination
Knowing, that upon break of day, the light of the Sun
Accompanied by the invasive presense of man
Will chaotically redefine the environment
That is.... until The majesty of night
Once again pacifies into nirvana.