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
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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