Sings the Evening Swallow
In the moonlit shadows
faint and distant images race across the water surface,
blue on grey clouds smoky eye the sky
with checkmate figures and patterns in the darkness,
it is that recognized time and the midnight hour.
Etched among the willows
sings the evening swallow
lost in its shrill and silent interlude
that whistles down chasing the wind.
Between the firefly lights in the clover fields
and the silently stilled pond
she sings alone unfrightened
hidden safe beneath the thick leaved oak.
Drawn up by the wind to explore the vast horizon
sings the evening swallow calling softly out
into the oncoming darkness unseen, unrecognized, entranced
by the permanence and passage of time
chasing the fleeting aftermath of days long passed.
Like a blind obsession
sings the evening swallow
calling out in lonesome song
who does your crying now.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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