Lou J. Klaiber

DARK HORIZONS

My nights
sleep upon branches
like dark birds
watching the pale clouds
dancing
beneath the Moon…

… as leaves fall.

I hear the world crying
somewhere,
where there is weeping,
and they are burying
the dead.

I seem to be alone,
yet many voices
whisper,
and follow me.

Children’s voices,
laughing…
and crying.

Voices,
and birds,
and the cold wind
beneath the Moon.

… an old dog howling,

calling the darkness that lies silent,
… somewhere in time.

Dark horizons
beside the road
that leads so quietly
toward the sleep
… and the silence
that lies at the end
of the world.