Dusk

I can feel

The darkness approaching

As I pace the darkening streets.

The sun takes it final breath

Over the horizon.

Through the ridges

And over the valley

The night casts its shadowy blanket

From once laying dormant

Until this time to be reborn.

Stumbling lazily

Over the rooftops and trees

Until finally everything

Is within its palm.

I am in complete understanding

Of the term deafening silence

With thoughts so loud

You could swear they were speech.

Thoughts racing through my mind

None courteous enough to allow deliberation.

The chirping has ceased

Paused momentarily

Replaced by the creeks and cracks

Of the nightlife inhibitors

It is difficult not to miss

The night time noises

The creeping from

Nocturnal creatures

Busily going about their habits.

The blazing yellow now transformed

To the chaffed gray and white

Reflected by the eyes

Of creatures staring back at me.

Tonight, everything seems a mystery

Even the trees seems faintly conspicuous

Swaying in the cool nights breeze

The moon is my only companion

Until the dawn returns to form.

Olsfred James 2013©