The Goddess of Night
She descends, in her dark beauty
When her fair sister departs
To pull a thick veil over men
And their actions of that day.
She cools, verily, she soothes,
She covers her children
With an invisible cloak
To make babies out of men.
She renews her rooted children
As their leaves close one by one
While some of them shut down
To refresh and to give again.
She watches over those
Who settle after a hard day
Of flying high, hither- thither
Of feeding wide open mouths.
She soothes those beings who
Tuck their weary tails under
Their tired furry bodies
As they settle in her silent wonder.
She guides them, the night prowlers
Those who stir only when she arrives
Their gem -like eyes all aglow
The beings who’d hunt until sunrise .
She smiles and soothes them
Those of her easier children
Who live by instinct alone and
Walks over to her other children.
The rag picker looks around
Finds a clean enough space
The best he could, where he stays
Lies down and peers at her face.
She strokes his aching head
And murmurs words of love
Smiles he through his pain and dirt
And settles with his sky – roof above.
The empire builder sighs and
Broods of all, that day he faced
Oh, mother!” He cries out and
Totters over, as he is quite dazed.
She stands right beside him
Waiting to help, wanting to steady
He tries to drown his anxiety
In a glass of golden brown pity.
She shakes her head sadly
As he downs pills to fight his fear
She sighs and leaves as she knows
That he can speak, but he can’t hear.
She is everywhere when Sun goes down
In her dark depths we all drown
And go there to those other worlds
Until the next day, if one we own.
In her lap, we find some peace
To pass the next day in relative ease
Just as it happens after the big pause
Which follows the great cycle, by set laws.
In her custody, we every night drop
All those worries and doubts that
Otherwise would put a mighty stop
And drag on us like a mean rock.
We march on, in this journey
A small part of the great journey
This, we can complete and be one
With the one and only again
With her help and surely
By listening to her loving call
To sleep, to appreciate,
To connect, and to defy fate.
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