Shadows

Shadows softly creep.

Such are these stealthy carnivorous things.

Lurking in silence they consume the light.

Unaware, sleeping man surrenders without a fight.

Spindly cords crawl forth in black confusion.

Tentacles pull in the desperate seeking absolution.

Still unaware…man sleeps whilst shadows steal his dreams.

Morning then comes; a fresh start to a new day.

Bird’s sing and bees gather at the vine.

Happy is man in this, his most simple time.

But soon the sun goes down and shadows again softly creep.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/6/08