Resting

Once I feared the creeping darkness
Where the folds of moonlit curtains
Delivered their silent screams
To my ears, my skin and memory.

Now darkness draws me near her.
To sleep. To recuperate and think.
More sanctuary than mere bleakness,
A golden field of wheat where I can lay –

Forever.

 

 

 

poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2014

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