Sunday, August 30, 2015

At Dawn

The night
Dark against the blind
The blind
Catching pale glints
Of moonlight
Soft through the open door.

Such a long year it’s been
Towering in its
Bewildering ache
Listless at times
As it slowly plodded on
November to May
April to today.

Loneliness is something
I don’t allow
It may not enter
My psyche
My thoughts

The long restless nights
Are mine alone
To wrestle into silence
To castigate ‘til
Slumber comes

At dawn.