Waiting for the Light



It is night and the birds are silent

The meadow is asleep

The flowers have hidden their colours from the night

A dark fear swirls in the air

Even the passersby speak softly

The night and all it contains are dark

Tiny stars in the distance

With great difficulty put dots on the dark sky

And their dots weakly and hardly wink

Become alive and then fade out

And I have fixed my eyes on the corners of the horizon

Waiting

Waiting for the light and change

To tear the dark veil of the night across