A cross stitch shadow
Lost the battle
against the sunlight
creeping in
Leaning tree
stands over me
and I cannot let
the darkness win
Yet black as night
this cat cries
as I retreat
to just turn in
Here it ends
where sunlight bends
and all I know
again begins
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
PoetryWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
