Darkness – Page 57

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard
–
startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window
–
leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain