12 December 2016

Restlessness descends ~

And a dim-lit place confined by light

Broadens other senses, if not 

Sight.. 

 

Softly drifts ~

Something felt, not entirely unseen

Whispered to me in the candles

Flickering

 

Though the darkness still ~

She quivers in implied delight

And love and lust synonymous at their

Height.. 

 

It is there ~

What is better left unknown

Has found me in the shadows, all

Alone

 

And sooner gone ~

Then shifting dreams and small

Sounds of freight, in the silence, and the

Night..