Midnight
April 8th, 2007
Filed under A pile of poems
My season is Winter
Darkest season of all
My hour is midnight
Hour of darkness
I walk in the snow
A wolf in the night, midnight
Fure of silver, eyes filled with darkness
These eyes look at the moon, the full moon
They see light, light to replace darkness
But the light can not enter these eyes
And the darkness remains
I keep on walking through the snow
Looking for warmt and light
But my season is winter
And my hour in midnight
Rafek
