The shadows fall around me.
The sun has left and the air is still.
Words are racing through my mind.
Again, I cannot rest in my home.

The shining moon is watching me.
Like a beacon, its bright light is a guide.
Above, thin clouds dance around it.
I weave my thoughts into a song.

I walk through the woods.
It eases my troubled mind.
Sharp branches may grasp my sleeve,
but I love to spend the night here.

I am alone in this wild place.
The world of men is far away.
The midnight moon is high above me.
Shadows fill my mind with peace.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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Original image: Tone Curve Experiments – 1. By Fabrizio Monti [Image license]