New Night

A children’s book I love is The Neverending Story by Michael Ende.

I loved in particular Chapter XIII “Perilin, the Night Forest”, The images stayed in my mind, and I wrote this poem. Enjoy!

New Night 

The Night Forest is lovely
The luminous plants, the enchanted trees
Cast a special spell over my soul.
They all die each morning
And are born again
Fresh and new 
Each evening.

Can my night thoughts too be transmuted
Into such special beauty
Continuously dying
Ever born again?
Can I meet each Night
Fresh and new?

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