I recall a time only twice
separately seasoned
did this occur.

I awoke
to sleep again.
I was not tired.
Never had I been tired.

I waited all day for the darkness to come.
To greet me with its sweet
blackberry kiss.

After the day,
something we call life,
When I lay my head down I smiled knowing
tomorrow, it will come for me again.

That sweet,
sweet darkness could not come fast
enough.

This Fall however,
I will not await on
the relationship
that darkness and I
held for those few years.

This fall
I prey
on life.