Inspired by The Longest Night
I am alone
blending with the night
becoming eternal stars
slipping into a dream
I am here
looking at the clouds
searching other birds
wanting to fly away
I am dim
fading with daylight
awaiting the darkness
drawing on loneliness
I am now
climbing with wings
reaching clouds again
racing with my might
I am one
flying in formation
feeling alive again
streaming on the wind.
Henry L. Jones
Darkness becomes me
the stale remnants of day
lingers in my eyes
awaiting lucid dreams
to slip into my mind
show me another realm
where I spread my arms
then jump into the pitch
draping the universe
gathering orphan stars
needing a place to shine
as my blackness congeals
trapping fallen angels
with heavy fish nets
laced with warm molasses
and lingering lust
then snip their wings off
and sew them onto my sides
when I breath them lift me
a hybrid of flesh and feathers
awaiting a current of air
to slip beneath me
then spread sails open
blocking the sun so easily
but feel it warmth and desire
on my flesh in the darkness
blended in the longest nights
a hidden beauty with songs
as I await the longer days
to reveal what I’ve become.
Henry L. Jones
