Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 11, 2015

Sounds of Night~by Norman Wilson



Sounds of Night

The day had tendered an orange horizon
Streaked in grayish black beyond a rippling lake
Trying to fend off the sandman’s sleep
Where the pillows of starlight kept me awake

There was a shearing of unkempt clouds
That hung in the billowing pillows of twilight
Captivating my creeping thoughts
To the sweeping darkness behind a retreating light

I thought of the blue winding river
That I could hear clearly rushing against the rocks
As I laid in the comforts of my bed
While the trees leaves rustled in pillow talk

I could not see my fingers
As I drifted-off into realm of sounds without sight
Trying to envision the baying of imaginary sheep
In the shadows taking me to my sleep in night

All rights reserved 07/31/15
Norman Francis

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