The darkness closed in
Silently
Without a single hint or warning

As the day shattered and fell
Haphazardly
On the cold forest ground
The daytime sounds
One by one by one
Slowed down
Until all that was left
Was the unspoken chatter
Of shivering leaves

Pulling up my favorite chair
I sat at the table
By the west window
Watching the remaining light
That clung to the horizon
Slowly die away
With each loud tick-tock
Of an old grandfather clock
Which proudly stood in the corner
Waiting to proclaim
The fast approaching hour

I don’t know why
But it always seems to me
That unlike the mornings
Where the sun’s light
Slowly spreads through the forest
Waking the sounds
That had been speechless
Throughout the night

When the darkness comes
It comes quickly
With the sound of a hush
Setting my dreams free
From the prison of my pillow
Faster than the speed of night