Lions Of Darkness Poem by Allan Hayes

In the darkness
the females wait
an ancient growl
the cold of fright
lions of darkness
rule the night

Night's heavy feet know the earth
where everything is on alert
movements in the dark are old
the giants move where no one goes.

We all are orphans in the dark.
Side rivers flowing filled with mud
feel their entry lake of dawn.
Entwined, the limbs and branches grow
and tangle with the stars between.

The flowing herds of Zebras roam
glowing grass, lonely chill
a lion skin draped over bones
We know the part of this that's home.

Watchful eyes of liquid stone,
grasses move beyond the sound
flowing without wind.
Come together things we feel
Now on the dark plateau of dawn

A piece of wind
A nose has eyes
In the dark
You hear the cries

Things take place
They always have.
Things take place
They always will.

Dreams are made
in the dark of night
When things we fear
Awaken.