no particular place to go….

no particular place to go

i’ve begun
to wonder
the way light
into the sea
at the end
of the day
how quickly night’s
cold breath
chills even
the warmest hands
surrounding each soul
a primal fear
that the light
might not return
i have my own doubts
about its return
especially as i stare
into the darkness
and hear
what i imagine
is death
moving to doors
unlocked of life
i bolt my door
not to be
too late

11 thoughts on “no particular place to go….

  1. I love the night, it’s soothing and I love darkness, it’s a relief from the overstimulation of society’s flashing lights and out of tune with nature pace.

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