Alone At Night.
A switchblade-sudden,
lift to the haunting blue haze,
of the-dark-heavens gate.
A silent-evening spent.
As the sun sets again, over some
other-warm horizon.
How the light quickly ebbs,
to shadows grace.
Lost in the face of the Earth
revolving - eternity returning -
to claim back the earnings.
A silent-evening spent.
A fortune, imploding upon
the notion of calling -
someone's name, urgently.
A distant fire.
A desire,
held, in grave grip through
lost evenings, to
stone cold memorials of life,
left leaning over the fallen
dreams of day.
Alone at night.
by Gareth Rosser |