Thickening shadows
Slowly morph into darkness
Bringing night once again.
Thickening shadows
Slowly morph into darkness
Bringing night once again.
Beyond the thick dark
I can hear the rising of
The susurrant sun.
Embryonic dark,
Ordained to obsolescence
By time’s zealous want.
It seems that my Muse
Only comes to me in dark
And never in light.
No matter how dark
The night can get the sun will
Rise in the morning.
Extreme nothingness
Engulfs each moment of dawn’s
Ephemeral Joy.
How long does it take
To excise a cancerous
Mass of memories?
A dark mood rages
Against an unmoving wall
And leaves me empty.
With a flash of light
Vermilion eyes cut the dark
With a steady gaze.
The darkness dances
to the throaty croakings of
a frog symphony.