Brittle spindles
carpeted parchment
washed out hues
in a pregnant calm.

Restless moans
betwixt the rafters,
bundles strewn
among the lawn.

This presence come
approaching nigh -
the darkness pricks my shoulder
while troubled dreams
and worried hope
enshrouds my day one older.

Are we as such? The dusk of day?
To sleep another's waking?

“Be not afraid, My peace with you.”
This warmth, I now partake in.

DEAR SHAWN R

simply superb
GOOD
supani

Ah...excellent, as always