Good Night

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Mr. Dylan Thomas I beg to differ today.

Sometimes soft words whisper “good night”.

Sometimes a gentle kiss releases a soul.

Sometimes waves crash against hot concrete sizzling into vapor.

Sometimes mist lifts embracing the dying light.

Sometimes frail deeds dance quietly into the dark night.

and…

sometimes there is no rage here.

Only love.

 

6 thoughts on “Good Night

  1. Wow! I’ve always liked the Dylan Thomas poem, and lately I’ve thought of it a lot with my father seeming to go too gently into a mental oblivion. I’ve wanted to see more fire and rage in him, but I definitely see the beauty in the images you’ve created. I love the “sizzling into vapor” picture and sound.

  2. mists lift…
    frail deeds dance…
    I think you are right! It is not always right to rage.
    Just as there are so many ways to live, there are many ways to die.
    This is a beautiful piece.

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