The Coming of Night
by: Patrick Lee Hebert
The coming of night
brings darkened endeavors
bright awakenings
are deafened momentarily
ritualistic living
drastic measures
they are only dreams.
The man whose face is ashen
speaks with authority that is unpronounced
his pallid cheeks quivering from the pain
of a thousand years of hurt.
He has wisdom though…
Engraved on his soul,
are the intentions of countless thousands
he has chosen to carry.
Like a fool,
he continues…
when no-one…
no-one is listening.
In sullen loneliness
he retires to the past.
The lost years were glorious…
although no one can seem to remember them.
He relives the past nightly…
all those years of energy waste
lapse his already livid memory,
and bring weariness.
He sleeps,
dreaming of golden forests,
but waking alone to the breeze,
coming from a single window…
and living yet another day…
awaiting the night.