Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Eventide

 

I feel its presence 

Unsually more often lately.

Hint of air implies

Impending  cold

With undertone of blue,

Entices.

 

Brilliance wanes;

Vigor slowed, esprit concedes

As vibrant colors fade to shadows

On its advent.

 

Soon the eyes of day

Would close to a lengthy blink,

As spirits would seek refuge

And safety in the burrows.

 

A small space

Under the covers

Would suddenly be home

To weary souls

As warriors come home

From battles completed.

 

Birds would seek their roost;

Shepherds would gather their herds,

Hens their flocks

As lovers cuddle each other

In their arms,

Embracing eventide.

 

Would you kiss me goodnight?

 

—-

Jeques, 2009. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies” collection.

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