Sestina to the Night
The sun falls sweepingly behind the night
into its pool of sweet serenity,
and soon its friend celestial takes the skies,
the splendid moon, sweet peace to men
who seek the face of God in stormy day
and find their rest in her most gentle light.
The singing stars arise to add their light
to this, the tapestry of deepest night
unfurled in splendor at the close of day,
and give the poet’s heart serenity.
They dance above and call to weary men
to turn their tired eyes to sleepy skies.
For we who set our souls upon the skies
and rise to bathe ourselves in splendor’s light
are soon reminded that we, too, are men
whose wings can never reach behind the night,
yet yearn still for the deep serenity
afforded by the light of truth’s bright day.
And so we feel a darkness in the day,
an endless tugging from the very skies
that slowly pulls away serenity
and turns to bitterness our thirst for light
too bright for us to see. In day is night,
a darkness yet unknown to other men.
And yet, when light bestows itself on men,
reveals itself like dawn reveals the day,
what joy breaks through and sweeps away the night!
Yet not in sweeps; no, rather, through the skies
inside, it sparkles with a calmer light
that gives its own complete serenity.
Like stars and moons, this new serenity
sings silently into the hearts of men
with gentle peace, and even gentler light
that slowly pours the brilliant light of day
in softer beams. The story of our skies
is born as stars and moon inside the night.
Go, fly now to the night’s serenity,
and revel in the skies of fellow men,
as day’s sweet sister shines her tender light.
Well, not sure if that made sense at all…being sick and trying to write a sestina at 10 o’clock at night isn’t generally a recipe for success. But hey, it’s there, and I’m caught back up. WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!