Soft Night

Soft night descends
as a dark cobweb.
Liquid, hugging close.
Low and grey.
The end of a long day,
of a twisting path,
a river of time
with yellow pools,
that gyre and spin,
and hold each moment's feeling in.
A bubbling brook
of clear limnetic water,
singing in gentle flow,
fresh and light,
to touch and kiss
the soft night.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.