Saturday, January 15, 2011

Night falls like drowning fish upon the earth
Comforting and cold
I hope the moon will sail by soon
I imagine the clouds are a funny grey
They eat people who loiter to long along the roadside
Or perhaps these souls simply eat themselves
I could not tell you
It is time to let the mind rest
Let the cells rejuvenate
Let there be sleep
And there was sleep
-At Night