Ancient Eyes
Ancient Eyes
Distant eyes of ancient guides
blinking in the moonless skies
cause me to wonder sleepily
do I spy on them or they on me.
Slow darkness swallowing the scene
lights dimmed across the stage
no pirouettes, no curtain calls
just hoot of darkness’ seeing owls.
Softly does all color drain
into a pool of blackened pain
curling all in fetal clutch
searching for a shadows touch.
Silence, bathed in pounding fear,
unheard night-steps drawing near
senses at the edge of sleep
cowering before they weep.
Distant eyes of ancient guides
blinking in the moonless skies.
John G. Lawless
A Night Sky contest
3/23/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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