An Evening Wonderment

3 November 2018 4:45pm Peering up at the heavens through the skylight I see the sun striking the trees casting shadows across fields so bright I see shaking autumn leaves of brilliant orange and brown As a vulture on the chilling wind hovers around I wonder at the waning light That heralds in the calming night What dreams may come from this carnival mind What tales will spin and confoundedly unwind Come to me you mocking words With visions dark and so absurd Your time is short and you've lots to tell Before your burned in forgotten hell When you're through I will awake And from my soul you shall I shake For it is not for me to hold The strange stories to me you've told