writing Nighttime Poem

[Mercury Crescendo 69]

I don't usually write poetry, I stick to lyrics most of the time, but last night I was walking home around 2 in the morning and there was almost no sound. It inspired me to write this on the way. Tell me what you guys think of it.

 

 

It is a comforting night. Dark and comforting. The silence is neither brooding, nor eerie. Instead, it is a warm shroud around me. The deep, fleeting humming from distant cars looms in a far off place, seemingly miles from mine. If it were not for my footsteps, the silence would be nearly deafening. The whole city sleeps comfortably, and I feel isolated. Time seems to go by tenfold, for each time

I consciously observe my whereabouts, I am a mile further down the path. My body is warmed by this comforting isolation, which makes the cold air sting that much more. The night is a warm cover with a subtle chill, reminding me of my susceptibility to the weather and conscious life. My fatigue is not met with drowsiness, rather, it is met with what seems to be a detachment from the sensory world. As I progress, the characteristics of the night consciously change, and I feel time start to slow to its normal speed as my inspiration to write this dwindles, and the final words are written. This feels like contentedness.

Edited November 15, 2012 by Mercury Crescendo