Yesternight

I found something I wrote several years ago, at a low moment in my life. Life has changed for me, but I remember this awakening and I remember quite well, sitting to write it.:

Last night was glorious. The stars danced and sparkled, as if the eyes of a thousand angels watch me from God's Heaven.

Nocturnal creatures played a melody so beautiful, that even David would weep at the prospect of creating such perfection. My days have brought only sorrow of late, but that moment, that place, that song brought peace. In awe I pondered the moment. I thought, it's all for me and me alone, this place, this song.

I stood silent, not wanting to disturb the flow. It was as if by moving, I might stop the gentile wind. The pines would stop they're swaying, the creatures no longer sing, but slowly the truth crept in.

I realized that should I leave this place, the song would still go on, my footsteps only a momentary distraction. The cricket would still chirp, the frog still croak and the breeze still whisper to the trees. For what is it to the wind if I am here or there, or live, or die, or were never born?

And so I quietly left this little paradise a bit wiser, a bit morose, and daybreak returned my sorrow. Tonight shall not be so glorious.

-Rock