The previous post was a reprise, written years ago. This one, a debut.
As I Lay Me
Night drenches my room in a funeral parlor stillness
And I ache at its coming alone
Sleep should be its accomplice
But night still comes alone
Descending inky deep and isolating
A solitary coyote
I muse that night has no friend
Still I'm wakeful in the cool tarry moat
Pondering the lone lowing wolf as it seeps in my window
I hear sounds in the silence.
This thing is pointless.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Thanks for posting this.
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