Curtains drawn to block out the night
the revellers in fields under moonlight
laughter and screams of something, maybe fear
I hope
If the night won’t take them the morning will
and empty then the fields will lie
dew-laden for an hour or two
casting back the looks I’ve thrown to the night
searching for silence in the midst of sound
and waiting now, desperate
for the night to come again
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Do you have a goal you’re working toward right now? What is it?
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The Light is On 
7 responses to “Dew-laden”
Lovely, and slightly spooky. The spoken version references bloodshot eyes, as if the narrator has been kept up all night by those revelers. Hope sleep finds them!
Do I hear crickets in the distance? Maybe my speakers or imagination, but if not, nice touch!
On the goal front – less than one week away from a very overdue install to finish up a current project on the work side; and improving my overall well-being to enjoy a hike or two during some upcoming travel on the personal side.
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Those were real crickets, chirping away outside my bedroom window. I didn’t realize the mic would pick them up, but I suppose it fits in (: Thanks so much!
Good to hear that things are coming along! And a hike sounds great–hiking is such a good way to reset the mind for a while. Cheers (:
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Learning to drive!
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Cool! Hope everything goes well with that (: cheers!
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Thank you! And so do I! 😆
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It is the pleasure and secrecy of such moments. The night casts a spell of its own. Elusive yet attractive. 🙂
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Indeed! The best magic happens at night (: cheers!
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