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Location: Charlottesville, Virginia, United States

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

HOUR OF THE WOLF

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
It is the time between the chimes of midnight,
and the first splinter of the morning sun.
Silence and the cold night envelop me,
as I am paralyzed between the dreamless slumber
and the fullness of an awakened consciousness.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
The shadows of the pale moon guide me,
along the still walls of my mortal existence.
In the shroud of the calm darkness,
there lies the simple truth of our being,
that our loneliness is our companion.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
I am aware the passing moments of time,
told only by the turning hands of a clock.
Time slows to a standstill,
with every second it feels like an eternity,
as lifetimes pass beyond the flame.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
I struggle with every moment that passes,
for I lie between the cycle of life and death.
Tick….tock…..tick…..tock, goes the clock
tick…..one moment you are alive,
tock….the next moment you are dead.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
I sort through the past lives that I have once lived,
reliving those memories once thought forgotten.
Images of lost loves and missed opportunities,
flicker like the flame of a candle,
but are soon extinguished forever passing into the night.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
I soon move forward towards the unforeseen future,
of moments unknown and yet to come.
My thoughts turn to personal dreams,
wishing and wanting to bring forth,
all that I desire from this life and beyond.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the wolf.
My mind wanders in sweet ecstasy,
as I begin to drift back to a dazing slumber.
My heart begins to beat slowly,
my eyes begin to close off to the night,
as I fall victim to the silent darkness.

I lie awake, alone, at the hour of the morning light.
The wolf has passed into the dark,
silently howling into the night.
Though the light of day has brought new hope,
I lie in fear of the continual presence,
of being awake and alone at the hour of the wolf.


Written by me....8/20/02

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