Night, the oldest of mysteries
settles, spreading like hunger.
A pall of mist
shrouding over the world.
Siren sounds and firefighters,
drunken brawls, and
receding beats.
Eyes of wonder asleep,
emerging out of
the network of shadows
growing creeper-like.
Stray nuggets of light
also reach the eyes shut
in meditation.
Furtive shadows of passion,
elsewhere. Muffled joys;
Shades of bottle-grey.
Cricket-song. Ululations
faint. Raspy owl-calls,
intermittent.
In the deep, secret
rites of initiation.
Somewhere in the far
highlands
the stars and
the broken moon peep in.
Old song on a highway truck.
Little lamps adorning the hills,
courtyards in the distance.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Night, the oldest of mysteries
settles, spreading like hunger.
A pall of mist
shrouding over the world.
Siren sounds and firefighters,
drunken brawls, and
receding beats.
Eyes of wonder asleep,
emerging out of
the network of shadows
growing creeper-like.
Stray nuggets of light
also reach the eyes shut
in meditation.
Furtive shadows of passion,
elsewhere. Muffled joys;
Shades of bottle-grey.
Cricket-song. Ululations
faint. Raspy owl-calls,
intermittent.
In the deep, secret
rites of initiation.
Somewhere in the far
highlands
the stars and
the broken moon peep in.
Old song on a highway truck.
Little lamps adorning the hills,
courtyards in the distance.
Wandering thoughts on disparate events in the span of a night...
Still developing this piece, more abstractions needed...
