Nights

Within the late hours... Towards morning In another world Bittersweet and soothing Stirring in the darkest recess of my mind Time passing Retrieved in memory unlike any other way Looking out Radio tower blinking red Like the moon in my dreams Ancient tales reveal themselves In the light of the stars Their light the wake of their dying Timeframe, bending to the point of Breaking Elastic stretched, retracting Spectrum of colors volatile like Radiation seeping into our pores A walk through a wooded path On a winter's day Solitude evoking feelings like Magic Loneliness cloaks like a warm blanket Worn with a few holes "Waiting for Godot" on A dark rainy evening Light of street lamp edging out A desire for knowledge Too strong to be let go At first Soon begin the day After sunrise Settle in when the sun cloaks the horizon And madness slips away Like sea waters receding