Genre: Dark
The ears of the night are mine
The dogs in the distance
What rouses their darkness
What disrupts our peace?
The ears of the night are mine
Hoping for the company of an owl
But the nightbirds have been poisoned
Long gone from dark skies
The ears of the night are mine
Listening for the sound of your breathing
Hearing only my own, a low rumbling
And the closing of a door
The eyes of the dawn are mine
With the light comes visions of flooding
The sun on the waters of our destruction
Both God and Man had lied.
PUBLICATIONS: Huffington Post, Kindred Spirit, Permaculture, Welsh Coastal Life, Celtic Life International, Big Issue Cymru, Mediterranean Gardening and Outdoor Living, Bee Culture The Magazine of American Beekeeping, National Federation of Occupational Pensioners (NFOP), Prediction and Living Tenerife magazines, as well as Tenerife News, Tenerife Weekly and the…
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