Dusk descends in a whispered calm
The rush of the day
Now gives way to the dark
The heat that had conquered
Now sleeps until the dawn
And the stars in their stations
At last twinkle their form
In quiet reflection
The moon gifts her light
For she is the beacon
To guide all through the night
The owl on her perch
Scans all around
Looking for movement
And the littlest sound
But all seems so quiet
Except for the leaves
Who talk to themselves
As they tickle the breeze
Now I make haste
And wile my way home
To a place of safety
Where I am never alone
PTT 04.02.2026.
Thought To Ponder – Your friend is the man who knows you all about you, and still likes you – Elbert Hubbard
The world it thinks it knows me
That I am plain to see
But believe me when I tell you
There’s so much more to me
I think outside the box so much
It’s simply hard to tell
If I’m making sense
Of theories I can sell
My outer self is normal
Which belies what’s held inside
A million different questions
The world it tries to hide
I could give you some examples
With answers clear to see
But they would be my theories
And they belong to me.
PTT 01.02.2026.
Music on You Tube – Rollin With The Flow – Charlie Rich
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