The shadows arose from under the spreading trees <br />ran across the fields, crept up the hedgerows and <br />lengthened their stride to the ridge of the hills <br />meeting crimson in the sky as if it bled on the blueness <br />where it touched the hard and darkened land: <br /> <br />Orange tinged clouds sped past, holding hands <br />and danced the end of day. <br /> <br />A finale to herald darkness, creeping, light receding <br />leaving only blackness where once there had been light, <br />now the creatures of the night arose, <br />each with two points so bright <br />shining, gleaming, moving, stealing <br />through the shadows of the all embracing night <br />and flashing in and out of sight: <br /> <br />The wind sped past grasping at all in its path <br />and filled with shrill sounds of dark. <br /> <br />And how the branches creaked and snapped <br />and how the rushes swayed on rippled waterways <br />and strangely sliding shapes were made <br />upon that lonely unlit path; <br /> <br />until without a sound and with a seeming echo all around <br />that heightened senses which were no longer body bound <br />that darkness inside me was found; <br /> <br />the night that hid in me.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inside-the-night/
