Poetry
Nights Passing
Evening is when the day sets,
settles, creaks, and moans to rest;
Tucks, snuggles, and pulls the cover
over the suns final silhouettes.
It’s when the cool wind stirs
some awake and lulls others to sleep
and nocturnal beings venture
in the shadows of the moon.
When our dreams become real
the mind takes you to places imagined
to people your to shy to meet
but in this world surreal
You sometimes waken with worries
that seem bigger than life
to things unseen but imagined
to things dreamed, not real.