Beauteous Is The Evening Poem by Yohan Confectioner

Beauteous is the evening.
Here; atop
Where i behold the flat sky,
It's hypnotic doze of light blue to one side
And reddish dew of the setting sun on the other.

The blots and uneven markings
Of dark clouds,
Eager to find space in the blank sky.

The chirping bird,
Unattended and restless
Cawing the same fretful note over and again.

The infinite numberings of life,
Multiplying on the opposite of the
Blank blue sky; the grey earth.
It's inhabitants, trudging along,
Nowhere as soft and silent as the sky.
The heavy feet
The loud horns
The bright lights
The incessant need for chatter all around
(the clatter of matter all around.)

The vacant air is playing it's notes up here.
My body sways to its tune.
The weightless bird has danced its way into the night.

The sky turns deeper blue;
It's solemn command to the earth to rest.
I lie back and gaze at the stillness of the judging moon.
I can see Jupiter and Venus eavesdropping.
But what do they want to hear?
The merciless muttering?
The heavy feet?
The loud horns?
The vibrating lights?

Lying back
And looking up at the sky,
Life seems better here
In the upside down.





May 2015