The corner of the attic
Is dark in the same way
As a river valley wood at dusk
These secret hours of serene silence
Keenly aware of the deep night below
I treat my boredom exploring
On a stage of lamplight
The forgotten overgrown places,
The wild patches
I look at the street lamps
Burning aside the houses row on row
Glowing dimly under long arches
Of walnut arms along the road
The dark has drawn up close to me
As I keep silent and watch
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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