Saturday, July 15, 2017

for the weekend


it transpired like it usually does
the curtains of night coming ever so slowly down
every so surely darker, denser... 
drawing you in to the blackest center
drowning in that ebony lake
then
a glimmer
incandescent blooms winking in the distance
soft to the touch
smelling of the damp earth
standing tall
unafraid
waiting for the dawn