The Night Beings

Deep blue silence

All I see is bright and clear
As darkness abounds
For we who hold the night dear

Leaves slice through a haze
Imposed by our dreams
Dreams that were never there

The wind torments
He who braces in its moaning slash
Like the sheep bereft of fleece

How confident we were
That a blaze could
Never perforate our chasm of despair

But then descended morning
When we scattered
And never were at all