it was the blackest of nights, <br />almost imitating my thought and mood, <br />all was quite apart from a few fox fights, <br />and the cloudless moon was nude. <br /> <br />weary branches rubbed agaisnt the window, <br />victims to the ever beating, never retreating winds <br />bending and leaning, arching and waving, <br />the leaves rustling, sounding out natures hymns. <br /> <br />the grass, millions of identical arms, <br />swaying in unison from left to right, <br />such sights to be seen even in the blackest of nights. <br /> <br />And from afar i saw a shooting gold glittered star, <br />make a wish i thought, <br />may this night last forvever i whispered, <br />such tranquility in the comfy confounds, <br />such beauty in late night woodland sounds. <br /> <br />nothing can compete with the heat of this simplcity, <br />such relief to find redemption and to be finally free- <br />from modern means of contenment, <br />T.Vs DVDs, hot baths and Mp3s <br />to many minds are easily appeased, <br />yet tonight on the blackest of eve s <br />nature came and rescued me<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-freedom-within-a-black-black-night/
