Leaving Heatherfield Lane

Street lights paint
Silhouettes of empty trees
Upon the boarder wall,
Night has fallen on Heatherfield Lane

A pale gloom drapes over 
Midnight dew, casting a silver glow
Upon the delicate shell of 
Nocturnal snail.

The tall grass now creeps
Ever so near our childrens necks
Clasping there dreams
To linger, forever here

Why must I endure 
This forgotten place,
Like grains of glass 
Lucid dreaming cannot erase

I must flee, for I have
Overstayed my welcome,
Like my neighbors ink 
A tattoo awaits my idle scalp

It is time, to step beyond the signs
To take hold of an angels wing
And glance another day
Far away from Heatherfield Lane.