Midnight

deceptive shadows-
I make my way back to bed
the hall light left on

moonlight on the floor-
I check again
under her bed

Tryst

the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light

two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool

Movement

late afternoon sun-
illuminated dust motes
meander through time

first snow-
autumn leaves
across the threshold

Sight

talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see

gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream

Death

the hand of darkness
dragging down the daylight as
the sun lies dying

ruthless sun-
vultures wait
in the thermals

Gone

on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time

endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand

Were

the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise

so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon

Donor

wordlessly I watch
as with the greatest of care
you remove my heart

rising from the fog-
taking breaths
that are not my own

Corruption

a waking nightmare-
here monsters fear to tread
into the darkness

black water-
probing the depths
of depravity

Hope

approaching midnight-
hoping for the winds of change
to blow strong this year

fading daylight-
the future pinned
to our youth