the night calls

Be still, be silent as the amber drapes across the room and the sun beckons the moon to come.

Watch the subtle greens turn to pale blades dripping with dew and the sound of the wind howls to you.

Shifting from colors to shades and the familiar places turn into faint memories past trapped in your dreamscape.

Voices morph into whispers as the steps become stones.

Time is stuck in the thick of the dark and the warmth escapes from your quieted bones.

A raven harks to the wonder of your slow beating heart as your soul goes asunder.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

On one level we have a scene reflecting the oncoming of night. On another one, there are several possible symbols of death, beginning with the title and ending with the closing words. Possibly the poet did not mean it this way, but there they are.

[AKhaus]

Thank you for your perspective. The moon and raven are the omens that the folds of time passing/ending has arrived