at night

  

" One for sorrow,
    Two for mirth
    Three for a wedding,
    Four for birth
    Five for silver,
    Six for gold;
    Seven for a secret,
    Not to be told;
    Eight for heaven,
    Nine for [hell]
    And ten for the d[evi]l's own sell![1] "



it is half past ten at night
time to open up and write
of the torment and the pain
of the dreary grey and rain
time to conjure up the words
to describe the magpie birds
which live beside the railway line
black and white and very fine
count the number which you see
know the future soon to be
soon the moon is riding high
big and golden in the sky
night in darkness covers all
now we hear the night bird call
all the daytime noise is done
with the setting of the sun
draw the curtains, light the fire
time to dream our hearts desire
soon to sleep and wander free
in a place of you and me
a world without reality
where things may be as they should be
when i wake a new day is
all my life is made of this
born to live i live to write
of love and loss and day and night
of beauty, ugliness and sin
sometimes we lose, sometimes we win
all the world awaits our pleasure
if we but realize her treasure
open up our eyes to see
miracles are offered free
for our ears the world will croon
nature's loving, living tune
if i should watch then i will see
a world which is a part of me
created by my mind and senses
a place of truth and no pretenses
for life is simply for the living
with much joy found in acts of giving
peace is found in being still
and the poet's ink and quill

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann