The Closing of Curtains

The Closing of Curtains 

Orange rays the last kicks of a dying horse,

Down the horizon they struggled to breathe upon the earth,

Shone mournfully as their source the sun finished the day’s course.

All around, an atmospheric sadness and no mirth.

Crickets chirped the wail-song, their noise at its best,

Birds sang their last to send the day away,

Trees stood still in silence for the sun that was dying in the west,

And I too by the window blew it a kiss to send it on its way.

Something singular about the air that night

Made me hesitant to shut the window’s veil

And as I stood steadily clutching its rail,

I heard a plea from the soft breeze as in crept the night,

That in that night and always my curtains should remain unclosed.

The thought was serious and quite unshaken,

Though from my mind I at first wanted it disposed.

It was written all around me that I should to its acuity be awaken,

And see precipitation in my act of closing the curtains:

Shutting out the beauties of the night and all it appertains,

The stars scintillating ever so magnificently,

Sending out their brilliance in alternating twinkles

The moon reflecting the sun’s love ever so proficiently,

Lighting the gloomy sky like a smile chases away a blue mien’s wrinkles,

The night owl praising this wonder with its coos,

The dogs in awe of the moon letting their wails loose,

The patient settling of dew on the delicate grasses,

The slow dancing of tree tops to the tune of the night’s breezes, 

And most movingly, the night’s quietude, peace, lull, calm and serenity,

That my insides were deprived of by the world’s insanity.

My curtains unclosed I reflected on this unfolding,

How I in days yore when only by a whiff of scuffling

Would shut out the world in fright,

Closing the curtains of my heart from such plight.

How I would hide myself from looming darkness

Instead of embracing its untangling heavenliness

Facing it bravely and in it seeing the reflection of the sun in the moon

Or its shining in other stars that were but a boon.

And so resolutely I chose,

By storm, drought or flood,

Through sweat, tears and blood

Never in my life to close

The curtains to my warmly heart

Though darkness shall indeed surround 

And fear loom around

My curtains unclosed I will abound

And let into me the moonshine and starlight dart.

                                        James Kaluna

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