Now

The cold red sun rises

Just a little above the horizon

Creating an illusion of day

Icy streets and stairs reminding

Us of our vulnerability

Moving carefully on our way

To face the daily perils of the world

The long workday promises only

The darkness of a cloudy night

When we eventually leave

Late in the evening

Morning

The journey

throughout

The system

Deep tunnels

A few moments of light

Then the bridge

And the dark winter morning

Travel through empty streets

On the way home from work

The little lark is singing

Lost in time

Silence

The night has its own silence

So quiet that

Almost nothing is heard

Only the distant

Noise of the heater

The mind space expands

We have to listen

To ourselves sometimes

Accept what we hear

Lord of the Night

The night is dark and cold

Outside no life

Inside destruction

Destruction of thing

Destruction of work

Destruction of hope

Fighting an uneven race

I know I will lose

Fighting the wolf

Inside

The hour of the wolf

Is now

Here

Night Fights

The long dark night is here

Agony and fear being present

Waking me up

In the hour of the wolf

Half awake

I am in my bed and cannot run

Freezing in panic

While the monster

Approaches

Opening my eyes

To face the end

But all I see is

The empty void

Of every day life

The dark room and

The warm balmy air

Surrounding me

Telling me not to fear

What is not