A Night by the Hours


“How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

I suppose we discovered our immortality on that perfect night, when the darkness moved by the hours. The night it had no name for it was all nights, all times, and I called you “Sweet Darlin” …

We wind ourselves around the western view; to me it is one color, for you it is several hues. A difference of opinion on a falling sun that takes away our breath, as in the east a large moon has begun. Our spirits take position in a higher place, silent in communion no words can they say. For they border on a boundary, of clouds and grace, an absolution of spatial logic, a jump into ghost held space. I hold onto your tight bodice, my lips drawn back as if to taste.  My teeth a sharpened color, white snow like, chaste that would be debased. In an instant, we huddle closer as if some spell would tell us so, a last walk on the skyline watching the evening as it flows. For it’s a night not held in sorrow, or an evening in shallow touch, but a darkness filled with flying, where no one ever says too much.

We have come to know a pattern, when the gloom draws us here. To this path below the snow-caps of “Twin Sisters” crooked leer. You say, “One looks like she is laughing”, I say, “No dear, that is a sneer”, you say, “what if for an argument”, I say, “you are just so weird. But in that moment when we draw our eyes together hands held wide against the sky, the sun tilting backwards on its even, for the night on which it dies. With our sightseeing further, as we call out to the night, come and take our lives immortal, under over kingdoms rights. It is earth that in the daytime, what it holds cannot appetize, but the glory of the night sky is by that, our paradise. Unadorned by life’s expectations, we have no breath in which to sigh. Glory, glory in our indifference, bodies unwinding, our cathedral the sky.

We separate not when the shades of night taste us; their own light shadows pass us by. We laugh without laughing, and memorize each precious instant, the largest of mountains we have yet to climb. “What say you’re an artist, what say I’m the painted”, I brush my hand against her moon-touched thigh. “What say we are without replication”, she sighs her lips drawn as if to cry. This night of all has moved in time, by hours, rhythms, and numbers that rhyme. We are different as we turn to the east and make our way home to sleep before we would know why. Before we would know why.

I suppose we discovered our immortality on that perfect night, when the darkness moved by the hours. The night it had no name for it was all nights, all times, and I called you “Sweet Darlin” …

For Susan – 01.15.2020 – דָנִיֵּאל

 

108 thoughts on “A Night by the Hours

  1. ❤ this, favorite line: "This night of all has moved in time, by hours, rhythms, and numbers that rhyme. We are different as we turn to the east and make our way home to sleep before we would know why. Before we would know why.".

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  2. There were so many lines that touched me as I read this amazing piece, but for some reason the following ““What say we are without replication”, she sighs her lips drawn as if to cry.”, gripped me more than all others. I would love to know your thoughts as you wrote this.

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  3. Dear brother, you have written the most beautiful ode to commemorate the feelings you share between you and your wife. There is a great and wonderful spiritual quality to it. Shalom, Den

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  4. You described for me the way I felt when I met my wife so many years ago, and how I remember her still. She has been gone now seven years three months six days. Thank you. Bill “I suppose we discovered our immortality on that perfect night, when the darkness moved by the hours. The night it had no name for it was all nights, all times, and I called you “Sweet Darlin” …”

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    • Hi Bill, I thought to myself to hold off replying to your comment for a while longer because it meant so much to me and I didn’t want to just thank you for it but to tell you that you have given me a worthwhile feeling for writing, for thinking and hopefully for caring. Thank you for this wonderful comment, I am honored. Shalom, Daniel

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    • It was a wonderful night my friend, and I know you were there with your sweetie. We are a lot alike in that way. 😉 Thank you for your wonderful comment, and yes Heart rocks. I remember them when they were oh so young, and witchy, and now they are still young and witchy at least in my mind. 😉

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