23 At Night On The Way Home

23

At night cold dark and windy

No snow

The Second Night

The second night came and
Sleep fell over me
I could see the stars
As I entered someone else’s head
A man that had long been dead
His memories, beautiful and true
Living as a herd, a man of the land
I followed him for many years
Moving cattle in Brittany
In the 18th century
But the wind in the
Trees took me away from his
Efforts and misery

The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

Flight Mood

Frozen night

Even the moon

Shivers

In the cold

The soul is cold

Untouchable

Ignoring itself

While the body

Moves through the empty

Streets of the city