Once Again - Night Begins

Down the stairs
into the colour of night –
with a mind lost to stars
while fingers search the walls
for a flicker of a candle –
and feet touch the cold tile of stones.

The pen sits in the well – waiting
dripping cardinal blood red
as a crowd of words witness
a hearts ink…
spilling on pages unsent…..

Arms stretch and toes curl
and the dawn rises
so eyes can conquer a fear
watching….. all the wolves scurry –
as walls begin to fall.

The beauty of the day
is watching birds on wires
flowers dancing on their stems
then the clouds turn dark….
and once again –
night begins.