David Taylor - Inside the Night

The shadows arose from under the spreading trees
ran across the fields, crept up the hedgerows and
lengthened their stride to the ridge of the hills
meeting crimson in the sky as if it bled on the blueness
where it touched the hard and darkened land:

Orange tinged clouds sped past, holding hands
and danced the end of day.

A finale to herald darkness, creeping, light receding
leaving only blackness where once there had been light,
now the creatures of the night arose,
each with two points so bright
shining, gleaming, moving, stealing
through the shadows of the all embracing night
and flashing in and out of sight:

The wind sped past grasping at all in its path
and filled with shrill sounds of dark.

And how the branches creaked and snapped
and how the rushes swayed on rippled waterways
and strangely sliding shapes were made
upon that lonely unlit path;

until without a sound and with a seeming echo all around
that heightened senses which were no longer body bound
that darkness inside me was found;

the night that hid in me.

David Taylor

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