~ Alluring Night ~

Standing by the window,
The Neighbourhood gazing back,
Peacful quietness, all sound asleep,
Aullure of past nights, wafting past.

Wondering of the boy that once was.
Was so enticed by the darkness of this stillborn.
Of things naughty and fun done.
Of past deeds of fond memories that once were.

Alas this stillborn, is not the natural way.
For the body was not meant to move in the night.
Wise sayings come ringing, now knowing why.
Still, life gained, in a different way.

Desires of the heart calling strong,
Calling hard, pulling the strings now taut,
Playing a tune so mellow...
Per chance hoping for one to hear, to share.

Funny how, this allure changes.
The mind and heart, from a rejoycing sun'd morn.
Funny how , as i've learnt from the Lord,
Just as soon follow the world, my own sense.

More will see this allure, more will follow,
Yet more know to avoid, embracing the dawn.
Yet this heart readily curls to this stillness...
crying.