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I’ve always loved the night

With its far flung dome

Of black and white

Twinkling and crinkling

Like so many pearls

Washed up and shining on a beach somewhere.


I used to sneak out of my room

Careful of every creak and groan

Loud silence echoing

With every cautious step

The Boogeyman grinning

Right over my shoulder; invisible.


The winds would whistle

The trees would creak

A silent orchestra wound up

Unseen fingers of sticks and reed

And still the night sky

Beckoned, imperious and enchanting.


I could feel the cold

Seep into my bones

A new sort of music

From chattering teeth

But those stars seemed to laugh at me

The universe was much colder.


For a long while

I stood there

Watching, waiting

Breathing; silent

Believing in miracles, hopeful

For what, I never knew.


At length I unbent

Huffed and puffed heavily

Warming frozen limbs to action

Seeking my warm bed

For cold comfort

The stars had not been kind.


I never knew what called me

Every winter night

To see them dancing

Across a brilliant sky

A shimmering gown of precious gems

A distant admiration.


Some hope still remains

Though I left those dreams in the cold

Long ago, in another life

But one day the stars returned

Cold, aloof, uncaring as always

And yet, unchanged, unending, constant.


As they had always been

Cold comfort was comfort still

A quiet assurance, a glimmering hope

Such as they could freely give

Bound with lasting enchantment

Equally drawn to me. Present.


© Ruth P. – 2016

No part of this work may be reproduced.



An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

29 thoughts on “Present

  1. What do I say, my dear friend? Should I marvel at the way you have started with your love for darkness? Or shall i feel forlorn at how what you seemed to seek comfort was what saddened you? Should I talk about how you never stopped loving unconditionally still and that you don’t give up hope? Can i simply say, this was a deep, soul stirring write? Would my feelings suffice?

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    1. They would suffice and indeed be complete in themselves. Thank you for your seeing so much. Although I will say that since sorrow and longing have been such very old friends and companions, inexplicably, they showed me that love does not need to have any boundaries whatsoever. I identify with the darkness, more than with the light; but then, there is light within the darkness too, not just outside of it , or even separately. It is all encompassing, accepting of everything and everyone, it does not discriminate, and it’s love is unconditional and everlasting. Because, at the end of all things, there will still be darkness, and that is what makes it beautiful. Do you see?

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      1. Absolutely! You are most correct in your assesment. I agree wholeheartedly. I too am biased towards darkness because only then I can see the light. Makes sense?
        I always tell me poet friends, never ask a poet “does it make sense?” And here I’m asking you the same. Ha! Even if something doesn’t make sense, I will make it make sense. That’s what poets do. And you are a very sensible poet yourself.

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      2. Aw, shucks! Don’t you go making me blush now. (imagine Bugs Bunny doing the blushing maiden routine 😛 ) And I suppose I made a similar faux pas in asking “Do you see?” 😀
        Ah well, thank you for saying I’m sensible, at least as a poet. Mostly, that’s not a term applied to me. 😛 Love that you like this poem!! 🙂

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  2. You captured more than just the essence of a moment, you captured its whole spectrum. This piece is delightfully rich. It fits an entire world in a few lines. As soon as I started reading it, I entered a magical scene – like those you could see in a Tim Burton’s movie. In case we don’t share the same taste in films, let me make it clear right there, Tim Burton is a genius to me, a most talented creative mind, so I am paying you a huge compliment. Thank you for this moment! You made my night sharing your unique universe.

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    1. Oh, I share your love and enthusiasm for Tim Burton and his work. I am incredibly moved and shaken that you would pay me such a compliment. But your commendation means a lot to me, so I do humbly accept it. Thank you. I am glad you like it so much. 🙂

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    1. Yes. Most of it is presented as a sort of looking back on times past, which then catches up with the times now towards the end. But all through it is the connection that I tried to give prominence to, and I’m glad that has come through as well as it has. 🙂

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