The Hours of Loneliness


The Hours of Loneliness

The day

Is coming to life

With all its breathless sighs

And pretty murmurs

Subtle chimes

Adrift on the wind

The birds crying

Out of the shadows

Taking wing

Into the skies

As the sunrise

Creeps in

And swallows

The fleeing night

These ancient rituals

This endless cycle

The colours bleed

Into the horizon

Once again

The coolness

Of midnight

The moonless

Timeless

Black

Is left behind

But the clouds

The hours of loneliness

The echoes of silence

And the darkness

Though unperceived

Are never

Out of sight

Nor far from mind

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

Image: © 2001-2014 Laura Milnor Iverson. All rights reserved. Acrylic on canvas http://zenbreeze.com/store/zennight1.htm
Image: © 2001-2014 Laura Milnor Iverson. All rights reserved. Acrylic on canvas http://zenbreeze.com/store/zennight1.htm

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