Darkness At Noon

Night is looming around. Daylight he abandoned. I sit near the edge of the pond. Watching her transform, her fashion for the night. As light grows dimmer, my night vision more clearer. Moonbeam fondles the pond. A fish reaches out to the moon; but fails, falling; rippling her surface. My reflection, dark silhouette. seem to dance like a demon. My conscience betrays my trust. He seems to be mocking me? Sounds of the tiny ripple of mistrust, crashing against the edge. Eroding the banks protecting, the pond of dreams. The cricket chirping yonder. Frog croaking nearby. My heart thumping gently, Reverberates, on my temple throbbing pain. The owl hoots calling her mate. Beyond these sounds, fireflies chase each other. Night creatures, they are, awakening from sleep. I looked above, to be greeted, by paintings of the clouds. In shades of grey and black. So I lay back on the grass. zapped, to deep slumber from pain. under the canopy of the Burgundy, red trumpet shaped blossoms guarding me. Dreams confuses my creative mind, I came awake under the mid day sun. In the still of the noon, I saw, reflection on the tranquil pond. gazing at me mockingly. Questioning my vigor, to protect my dreams. Cannot endure my dreams, to spill over the eroded bank. So my devious mind whispered, words of wisdom guiding me. Badgered me to protect my dreams. So I plunged into the yawning. To deepen the pond, preserve my dreams. Cold, she warped her arms around me. Squeezing the breadth out of me. Shocked by the impact, I inhaled, the cold green. Gently, descended the floor of the pond. My silhouette, was nowhere, seen. I was not gasping for breath. My mind was loosing herself The clouds they seemed betrayed me. I rest at the base of the pond. Surrounded by darkness at noon.