Nightfall Wanderer - Poem by Alexandra Barcan
Nightfall comes with sparks of rust
Sprinkled on the golden sky,
Moonlit leaves and silver dust,
Whispers of the sweetest lie…
Nightfall comes in silence still
Broken by the smallest sound.
Eyes, behold the shadow's thrill
Cornered by my sorrow bound.
Nightfall come, I take the road
Searching for a homely place;
Carrying a heavy load,
I must keep a gentle pace.
(Knowing dawn might come too soon
Walk the rhythm of my drums
Guarded by the silent moon
I will leave a trail of crumbs.)
High above, a silver glow;
Stars talk of this eerie sight…
Little do the comets know -
Bruises seem less dark at night.
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