Monday’s evening sky has the colour
of fire but with no heat if I where
to raise my hand to touch a
folding flame that dances in the soft wind.
The moon lays a lasting smile on
the head of the Campsie mountains
that glows like silver in our eyes,
reflecting the stars idling in the sky.
Nightfall rests its palm of darkness
over the horizon of my vision,
as shadows sleep in silence and
will hide with the arrival of morning.
As I stand before a canvas of a
black sheet, mother sleeps next door in her
room, as she rises early tomorrow
for her 2nd treatment of chemo.