Sunset of My Life

Rivers flow upon a midnight clearing
and in life, they flow upon a moon of my life.
There is nothing coming and the coming comes soon
to the midnight soothing of the light of my life.
I know nothing of love, and in the Beloved, I find, I miss
the midnight sorrow of grief upon the calling of blood.
Let it be me, let it see me, and let it call me tomorrow
as the night calls and beckons me to a winter's dream.
It is in night that I find the nightshade of winter's darling
and in calling, I find the love waiting by my side.

Inspired by the Hope of a Former Addict...ME