When Night Comes Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

When night comes
with the cool wind
combing through the vineyards,
I heave and sigh in bated breath
with fresh -scented berries
filling my nostrils;
like an opiate in the dark
I feel the breeze
sift through my body
and suturing my soul.

And by this driftwood fence
where I stand to watch
this retiring day
in drunken ambiance,
I feel the wetness of sand
soothing my naked feet.

And as if the heavens beckon me
before the day is gone,
I lift my hands to the skies
and wave farewell
to another day,
hoping I’ll see you again
standing besides me
as if it were yesterday.