The Dead of the Night

Awake I lie my thoughts a meandering hallucination of colours and words The wind the one who woke me talks through the trees Begging the rain to continue its assault on my imagination Is that footsteps I hear in the dead of the night Voices of ancient souls who only want my ears They creep and crawl through my mind I have never felt so alive the inhabitants of the world around me sleep Recharging for another onslaught on the dwindling earth But the wind reminds me the earth will reclaim its soul nature will prevail In the dead of the night The onslaught continues and the wind rushing through the trees talks of the Disappointment in the guardian's of earth. Hailstones are sent crashing down reinforcing the need to be heard And I feel at peace in the dead of the night.