Nightfall

 

Woken from a deep slumber,

as if my name was spoken

aloud.

Only the spotlight of a honeyed full moon

sings across my shadowed walls.

Heart racing,

as through free falling,

plummeting off of a craggy cliff-face

and remembering 

just now, that the safety net

was only a dream. 

Painting by Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka, 'Full Moon over Taormina' c. 1901 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

After Sunset

The night falls

heavy in its hours.

Afraid of the dark

Corners,

of your mind.

Fear what you may find

alone,

in the space between you-

and vast nothing.

Openly suffocating,

in periwinkle dusk

rapt in a blanket of night.

You fall asleep-

You fell in love-

I fell for it-

Burglars in the eerie in-between

steal abandoned hearts

and crawl with malice.

Lovers steal

glances and tears

that fall

guilty like night.

In hazy dark cities,

lights blur through salty tears.

Among busy streets

wander empty years

sound of safe, shhh-

alee-whispering wind,

silence is golden.

For in memories and sunsets,

cast behind you,

lingering in the shadows,

of loneliness-

loudest

at the fall of night.

Image credit: By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons