Enchantment’s gloom hangs solidly in the cold midnight air
Moon shining brightly in the firmament adding to the illusion
A man apart
Alone
Unflinching in his desire to know what it means
In the poetry he reads to be at one with all this enchanted darkness that
Surrounds his being
Stars fall from the black velvet sky and he wonders where they land
Quietly hoping that whoever is on the other side of this immense globe
Is safe in bed
Not knowing
That there is impending disaster falling
From the silky mystic blanket that they have told themselves will
Keep them warm
Pondering the duality of all these things he generally takes for granted
It can be so beautiful and inviting one minute and the next it seems that
It’s only purpose
For being
Is our obsolescence in the face of evolution
And the world keeps turning and we ask ourselves how when and why
We’ll find our end
And beneath the softly ominous black midnight sky stands a man alone
Thinking of the safety of people whom he’ll never know and wondering
If just maybe
Somewhere
On the other side of this large rock floating
There isn’t someone standing watching stars fall from the silky night
Concerned for his safety
peace, wayf
