as the crickets make their music
the fog pirouettes across the fields
while moisture fights cohesion
and rolls over the edges of the clouds
dewy-eyed and longing
for morning light
still and melancholy
the lonely ache in silence
closed off from themselves
and trying to remain hopeful
as time somehow marks time
louder once the sun retires
and I sit here, awake
as I am so often in the
latest of hours
thinking about my life
and all I have yet to discover
while I quietly contemplate the night
By frost42_24Labels: art, confusion, dark, deep, expression, inspiration, lonely, meaning, mysterious, poem, poetry, unique