Summer Night

In the cool of a summer night

Sleep finally comes
Oblivion for a few short hours
Too soon the the mind wakes; struggles with life.

Prose wishes to break free
Sentences struggle for completeness.

References and words float on the air
Mind’s eye holds a crystal
Considering its complexity
Its simplicity
Its perfection

Turn the thought over
Consider infinity
Consider eternity
Consider mystery
To hold the world in your hand
and …

The scene that follows won’t come –
Struggling for completeness
Struggling for meaning
Struggling for profoundness
Struggling for the heights

The cooling air flows and cools the soul
The mind rests
Yet it struggles with the thought –
The image that wishes to be found

Gaze at the crystal again
See into infinity
See into the power and wisdom

On the wind the voice is heard
but in the mind a glass wall prevents hearing
Mumbled words, a phase starts

“Gaze into the crystal and see … “

Frustration as the words will not flow.

Completeness fades
The cool air brings relief
The river lulls the mind to sleep.

Sweet rest
Thoughts start and fade to sleep
Sleep comes to revive the weary soul

Sleep gently lays to rest
Sleep lets the thought lay incomplete
Sleep nurtures the imagination

Play the scene again
and again
and again

Gaze into the crystal and what do you see?

Infinity of light
Restful dark

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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5 Responses to Summer Night

  1. You continue to surprise me with your talents, Andrew. I never knew you could write such beautiful poetry. Congratulations on tis accomplishment.


    • Andrew says:

      Thanks – I’ve never considered myself much of a poet but lately I can’t seem to finish a whole sentence so all that’s left is a bit of verse.


  2. deb reilly says:

    “On the wind the voice is heard
    but in the mind a glass wall prevents hearing”


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