For me as is every night, it is the witching
Hour but not in the sense of fearful goblins
And such. It is a feeling of being alone and
Surrounded by a void, just, nothingness.
It is not frightening, rather, I welcome it.
My thinking is it’s meant for lonely people,
Lonely, yet not alone. To me, behind each
Star, there is something, someone, I know.
From today, yesterday or ago, just an inkling
Of a feeling that here in the darkness alone,
Is where I am meant to be. I am not afraid.
The black night and stars are friendly
It is not a witching time. I revel of being alone;
For I know tho it’s black as ebon, someone,
Or something, waits just for me in that star-lit
And empty looking sky, who too, is all alone.
There will come a time in the life of everyone
When he will watch the twinkling stars, alone;
But not lonely for there is One who watches over
Him, and brings to him the light from the stars
Away up above, and rekindles a lost love.
Copyright ©2011 Charles E Frost
March 1, 2011