In Dark of Night

Unending strip of ebony darkness lying lost unseen under moonless black sky it’s beginning and end upon the land lost in black shadows cannot be seen deeper darkness moves within flowing smooth curves barely half seen eerily growing closer to me silently without sound in the dark a soft whisper of treads on road barely heard whispering near dark black form take shape near me rushing quickly by only half seen in dim orange glow I can see auburn curls flowing so long casting color on purists white curves slipping quickly by into black night with silent sound rushing by soft breeze of air rustles me soft scent of jasmine and rose hardly there quickly fades into dark night lost from sight so quickly gone soft curves of blackness fade in the night without a sound slips away stirring darkness sliding away