We see differently at night
Shadows fall in dark corners
And then the moon appears
Bright, round but silently
Oh, so silently.
We hear differently at night
Small noises sound louder
And then the owl appears
Flying low but silently
Oh, so silently.
We touch differently at night
Softly, afraid to make a sound
Light footsteps on the ground
Each foot, light and softly
Oh, so silently.
We smell differently at night
Ground smells damp and wet
Breathe deeply with each step
breaths momently pause
Oh, so silently.
We taste differently at night
Our lips savour the taste
We drink the silent moment
And we stop and wait
Oh, so silently.
We believe differently at night
Our quiet souls begin to see
Our minds and ears stop hearing
And we reach out to God
Oh, so silently.
© Poem and Photo by Ann Ridout