Analysis of Good Night

Dogs barking east, south, and north,
A cacophony of basses, baritones, and tenors,
But one whippoorwill slicing incessantly through the night.

I dream of full moons illuminating darkness,
Yet darkness still perpetually pervades,
Though pushed piquantly by moonbeam illuminati.

No human master calls for quiet
Yet the small almost imperceptible whisper of God
Comforts all to a bedded good night and peaceful slumber.

I alone roam every two hours among the shadow transmogrifications
Shrouded in the nighttime pacification
That is its Linus soliloquy.

Three A.M. leads to four
And the perceptible perfectness of the unification of night
Leads to the breaking dawn, wind arousals, and temperature transformations.

A new day dawns.

by Douglas Noel