Night Falls

Shadows lengthen as light reels under the onslaught of darkness.

Wings flutter home

to the forest with lofty trees on which dangle their precarious nests.

How will they rest?

“Ah you fool! I hear,

When He hath deigned; nay, ordained,

that they shall sleep; the sleep of the deserving,

It is not that the crimson self of the Sun and Truth is swamped

by this inky gloom,

Mother nature is at work,

day will bloom.

it is but nightfall.”

Then why in this jungle of bricks and mortar,

does falsehood blacken this azure sky?

I toss and turn.

for the sleep of the innocent, the tired, the faithful,

I am hurt

I suffer and writhe in pain.

Yearning for peace.

In vain

I beseech you, let the night fall.

Oh ye that hound me, beware! For where

Rumour reigns, falsehood forges ahead, and decency dies,

You will have to face

someday

the silent sound of my despair.

When truth, man and reason do not a place find,

the light of life palls

and night falls.