Sunken Shadows

When the seeds of sleep drift on the leaves…

As darkness falls and light recedes…

Amid the shadows of the eaves…

We feel the full moon’s glow.

The months that fade into December

For all the past which we remember

Of fires bright to dying ember

Set among temperatures low.

The red of berries and black of night

Rustling birds that did take flight

Whistling winds which tell their plight

As evening’s shadows grow.

To live, to die unto tomorrow

While alleviating sorrow

Wishing always just to borrow

A single life to which we owe.

One special soul who is our loss

The fate at which our paths did cross

That now lies sleeping in the moss

In a green cascading flow.

Ever silent like a mime

Listening closely for a chime

Telling us it is the time

When the world will finally know.

Hoping to escape a nightmare

Now becoming hard to bare

Waiting for a single care

Of starlight’s forbidden show.