Asleep at the Wheel

​

​

It’s deep before

            the dark silence of the night

Where shadow lurk

            behind doors of bewilderment

Announcing the darkness

            and the coming of fear to all

Softly spoken, a breeze, whispers by

            Stopping only once to warn

a young bird in its dusk flight

            Then, passing on slowly

It flies.

            Haunting. . .

And all is silenced by its flight

As it makes its way through the glow

            draping a dark heavy curtain over all

            Saying a soft goodbye

                        to the sun. . .

​

​

​