The Wings of Night

The comforting sound of a pen
clicks itself to life
bringing ancient thoughts
back to the present.

Moonshine casts her silvery glow
over a sea of frozen shadows
where centurions will soon
creak and groan feeling
winter’s ice cold nip around
their naked splendour
yet,
will never leave their place
on guard, loyal to the secrets
long hidden ‘neath that spread
of buried life.

The paper meets a silent longing
(imaginary and real)
as evening falls soft upon
the wings of night
and my thoughts await
a symphony of spring

~*~

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