Thursday 6 July 2017

Quiet Darkness

A sadness creeps like growing shadow on the land
The heart sees what the mind cannot comprehend -
Beating viciously, anxiously in urgent warning
Trapped - like traumatized birds in a cage

Breath in and breath out - hot - tight - impossible
A million Savannah butterflies in my mind -
Flutter across the deserts of my dreams
Like thoughts - never quite catching each other

Fitful rage - non committed to a single thing
A loneliness of the mind - and their silence rings
Like slow wind on hot nights -
Twisting, turning - running from the darkness on the land

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