Feeling The Darkness

Feeling the darkness go by And again to reappear Upon that 'this and that sky' Going to eyes nowhere Now twilight's in atmosphere Transporting the stars in With a heart of empty fear Sightless of darkish grin Into the lost dark kingdoms Disguises of dreams are The strength of its amalgams And each of the armoire Swinging in broken column Trees of the weary wind Near to the land of solemn Jointly the roads twinned Crossing the staves of a fate Near to the broken stone Voices in its emptiness made Each in the anguish alone A blossom has fallen so gentle Tossed in a blanket white Generous with its sacramental Toward the prince of night