Night

A crow is flying by

and caws the little edges off the day

in evening away.

Night is crawling black from tree to tree,

his limit is the shadow

his nest is down the grave.

A crow is flying by

and caws the rest of sleep

into so wide awake.

The dark is mirroring fear

in open and behind the sleepy eyes

                                                                                                    

until in the morning

with the first crowing

the ghosts are gone again.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Night is the third of three poems my brother Peter Lejaeghere has used to made the composition 'Horizon'

1. Overseas
2. Wind
3. Night

You can listen to it on my old website: (use internet explorer to surf to it)

http://home.scarlet.be/~pieper/HORIZON.htm