face of time.

The night air fell victim
To falling stars and moonlight
As a soft kiss
with words Goodnight
touched the once darkened space
Lighting up her face
As if the sun
had already risen
in the stillness of her heart
she escaped the pounding prison
Upon dreams with wings
she is flying
Weeping from the face of Time
for she knows the darkness
is already dying.

nardine Sanderson 04/08/2015.