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