somewhere the light fades
faster than one would like,
not knowing if another day
will break. years are etched
upon the skin with lines
carved deep. but the heart,
fierce with age, finds a way
to shine on well into the night.
Tag: night
Walking at Night
The leaves do not fear fall,
and the fading sun
does not quarrel with the moon.
The berries on the bough
are bitter indeed, so why
do I walk in these woods
on frozen nights of shadow
when you have not been here
for a thousand years?
Awaiting the Images 