Hard Discovery.

Hanging upon high Past the midnight solstice The moon stands guard An unwavering sentry Against the feral skyline And crimson Marsala roses Cloistered as funerary offerings Flouting at the surrogate dawn Heavy thunder claps Echoing ubiquitously Off the archaic Swamp Oaks Rattling the houses ire Down to wood and copper bones Muting with the soft finality Altering the midnight song Of cricket and night owl And here I hide myself away Somewhere between the folds Of winters grasp and nullity Ignoring the sharp daggers That prick away at my sanity Exposing those basic fears That tendril around my control Freezing away courage Holding on to the end of me Bracing firm against the winds Looking beyond the blackness Blanketing before dawns light I wade about the taciturn cries Spanning the buttes of insight Life changes have never irked me It’s the great voids that lay between