Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
T’was twilight’s gentle waking hour.
The day bird sought shelter in its leafy tower.
Came the scent of an approaching shower,
As light creatures sought safety each in their respective bower.
But antique thoughts did in shadows restless roam.
Beneath streetlights, they did seek an easy home,
And focused on a blooded painful zone,
Where they drove their poisoned daggers to the bone.
They circled, and moved in for the kill.
I felt the closeness of their lonely chill.
I walked alone, for from them I had no safe lane or home.
Antique thoughts on darkened wing did in shadows restless roam.
They walked, and flew so close to me,
Remembrances that haunt and chide. Those no one else can ever see.
The ghosts that stood watching near my side,
As antique thoughts upon the night wind did restless ride.