As the curtain of daylight draws shut
As night falls.
Shadows dance across the darkened
walls
Of a house silhouetted in the thin pale. moonlight of twilight
And the air there is the eerie sound of
silence
Coupled with the beating of my heart
And the breathing of my overtaxed lungs
My thoughts are of wondrous things
As I lie awake in bed gazing at the beauty of the heavens beyond
Unimaginable beauty never dreamt of
in my wildest of dreams
And all the Earth is but a piece of solar driftwood that Man has somehow inherited through the mysteries of time and space
Just a small afterthought in the grand scheme of cosmic things
Copyright 2003 by Andy Duane Burkhart.