Coming of the Night



As my thoughts mellowed under the coming shadow of the night a subtle voice penetrated the dark walls of my senses.
I heard the faint songs of swollen birds receding to their safe caverns from the coming darkness.

The shadows of those glorious trees that bedeck its earthen mould stretched towards the firmament were thus faded to the hue of the pastures below.
Clouds now thinly stretched across the dim light skies had lesser rays to hide.
Alas! I saw a bird flying high above the coming of mortal pleasures!
Past memories lost their taste, harder now to grasp, as those doors of our private treasures closed to prepare our houses for something new.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s