Thursday, 6 June 2013

Night Walking

     From a clearing,
Waiting for a certain sound.
     Darkness growing,
     Shapeless, flowing,
Over silent, silver ground.

     Whispered only
     By a lonely
Spectre walking through the trees:
     Wordless greeting
     Echoes, fleeting
As a shadow on a breeze.
     Night unravelled
     As I travelled
Back towards my morning bed.
     Did you hear me?
     Are you near me?
Asked the echo in my head.

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