Drifting Into Night

swampy

—————–

Why be afraid?

why be frightened indeed…

It’s only a little darkness…

Only a little loneliness…

Drifting…

And fluttering…

And calling your name…

Singing sweet honey baked invitations…

To crawl…

On your knees…

Through the aching mud…

murmuring and whispering…

begging forgiveness…

For past wrongs…

And future rights…

And then…

When the one appears…

Your smiling other…

glowing in the faded black…

Will you see them?

Or will they just vanish…

slowly and sadly..

Back…

into the night…

—————

David L. Whitman 08/12/2013 approaching dusk

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16 thoughts on “Drifting Into Night

  1. A bit sad poem well swamps looks sad and dark and mysterious. I like your poem endings they always strike right in the middle of the heart.
    Are there cypress knees?

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