Moonset

 It’s been a while since I've spent any extended amount of time alone at home. In fact, I think since moving to this house, this was probably the first time that I've been alone at home for more than a night and I was really looking forward to the break.

I didn’t have any specific plans for the week, mostly just plans on ordering in, a little bit of one-handed exercises to ensure I was totally sore throughout and loads of chocolates. I realise in hindsight, I'm getting older. I had no plans for late night excursions, no plans for walks on the beach and no other plans for anything out of the ordinary.

The week then, was not much to write home about. I did exactly what I had planned. I could have exercised more, much more (more signs of ageing?), maybe written something to woo this girl I know, maybe put some sordid fantasies to paper but ended up simply having a very boring week.

And I absolutely loved it. I needed to slow down a little. Clean up the house, sort through my clutter (both literally and metaphorically), and spend some time in my own company. I hadn’t realised how much good it would do until late on Sunday night, when this happened and I realised why I haven’t been able to write for so long. So, leaving this here as a reminder to myself on what I really need to be doing...

 


 

Finished my chores, a little past midnight

Turned sleepily to my room and turned off the light

Enveloped in darkness but opened my eyes to a brilliant sight

The dark silhoutte of the city and reddish moonlight

 

I stopped to gaze out, sleep no longer on my mind

Stepping in to a view to which most nights I am blind

Sometimes it takes loneliness to help one find

Little joys in little moments, that in other noise are left behind

 

Sleep long forgotten, I sat down to stare

At the reddish moon, that probably is rare

Unravelling myself, laying those obvious flaws bare

Realizing I no longer prioritise things for which I should care

 

On a cool winter’s night, I promise myself that I wont let

Travails of life's grind, make me forget

What I must hold close so I may live without regret

And find time for the quietness held in the rare moonset...

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