Dead of Night
Day is slipping into night
The buzz of evening on your ears
Not out loud, but still, you say
What will come of today?
Night lurks in hollows and trees
Lightning bugs bring the first wave
Cool mist rolls from on high and
Settles on the meadows like squatters
The city sleeps tonight
While the other half rejoices
Sirens blare from far off tragedy
Tomorrow’s news tonight
Trains and boats drift along
To far off towns and ports
The Police watch as families sleep
Hounds resting at their feet
From the distance the sound of life
Big Block Chevy’s and drunken fights
By dawn it’s just an echo
Carpe Noctem, their battle cry
July 14th, 2006 at 9:11 am
Great work! I enjoyed it!