Night Paradise

Sonnet and Tanka

For all the gold of sunfall and sunrise,
it is the silver of a moonlit sky
that fills my heart with wonder and my eyes
with peace and rest. Oh, I adore the high
and puissant sun, the lavish gold, yet I
dwell here along the trail of dark and light,
and look up at a silver where owls fly,
and here find quietude. The nest of night
is shelter from the pain of day, the fight
the fills the years of life. I do not need
a paradise of sun and gold; my sight
finds sweet delight in silver. Cry godspeed
when I walk free through night’s soft light and shade–
the paths of paradise the moon has made.

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Time’s like an old map
I’m trying to fold away.
We’re on strange roads now.
I’m struggling to understand.
There’s no chart for this journey.

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