When we are young
We want nothing but love
The moon can sing
The star can dance
We can sit together
and watch them till dawn
in silence

When we are grown
We want everything but love
The moon and star is still singing and dancing
But we can no longer see or hear
"Click"
I took a picture for only a second
and share with everyone
Hope someone will ask for something
but silence

Our world become crowded
I lost that evening for so long

The heron recedes

with a very slow wing beat –


the sun is setting.

Everyone’s asleep and I couldn’t be happier.
Im smiling.
It’s a real smile
Indents either side.
There’s nobody else up
Just me.

The night brings dark
And
The dark brings me light.
I’m free.
Free of anger , free of fear.
Tomorrow lies with the rest but
The Now
is with me.
Everyone’s asleep and I couldn’t be happier.

The now greets me with a warmth,
A familiarity.
I’ve seen it before
Just not as clear
Not as pure.
It’s just me and it.
Everyone’s asleep and I couldn’t be happier.

There’s no distraction , no new posts online.
Nowhere for me to go.
No thing for me to do.
And here I sit
Entertained , fulfilled.
The evening is devoid of life yet
Full of hope.
Everyone’s asleep and I couldn’t be happier.

I have to lie down
Now , The Now has told me its truths
It won’t last long
All will be forgotten soon.
After all
Everyone’s asleep.

i once called
to say goodnight
oh with the cheeky grin
of a mischievous child

now i lay him to rest
listening to his hearts’
last jazzy tune
underneath the light
of the blue crescent moon

i held him tightly
against my chest
his pain is now mine,
and he can now rest beyond
the grand endless sky;
hear me as i say
my last goodnight

Shadows
by Michael R. Burch

Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.

Up and down and up and down,
against starlight—strange, mirthless clowns—
we merge, emerge, submerge . . . then drown.

We drown in shadows starker still,
shadows of the somber hills,
shadows of sad selves we spill,

tumbling, to the ground below.
There, caked in grimy, clinging snow,
we flutter feebly, moaning low

for days dreamed once an age ago
when we weren't shadows, but were men . . .
when we were men, or almost so.

Published by Homespun and Mind in Motion. This poem was written either in high school or my first two years of college because it appeared in the 1979 issue of my college literary journal, Homespun. Keywords/Tags: shadows, dark, walls, evening, starlight, moonlight, men, souls, drowning, phantoms, shades