I search for significance
In the prevailing winds
In the last dance of our season
In the summer’s request
To sigh across the evening sky
Blushing cheeks, tickled pink
And the cloud’s magenta dream
Before the world must go to sleep.
I take this all in, breathing deep.
I find peace in between
The moments counted
Where the seconds pass
By fleeting shadows of people
Slogging home with hurried steps
Where soon you shall find them,
Hiding in dark houses
Where shadows rise and fall
From blaring television sets.
I am alive with the sound of crickets
Chirping under the light of a raging moon
Who raises his eloquent voice
In soothing tones
And all who are bathed in his light
Find beauty in the shadow’s play
Upon the grasses
The still, dark houses
Between the leaves of trees
And night sings the world to sleep.
© Sumyanna 2016
Written for The Daily Post Prompt: slog
Beautiful image courtesy of Morguefile (ranbud)