Long Night

Another day reaches it's climax,

darkness shrouds the skyline.

Stars glitter within the dark blanket

Light pollution hides other sights.

Light filters through gaps in the curtains,

proving life goes on when we sleep.

Electricity burned throughout the night,

offering sanctuary from the dark.

The uneaten apple sits on the table

testament to a hunger unfulfilled.

It reflects the artificial light, reddened.

Full of promise, it stays untouched.

Cold coffee stagnates in the mug

resting aside the uneaten apple.

Another sign of desires left discarded,

abandoned to decay in the night.

Shadows fall on common objects,

offering different views to tired eyes.

Shapes unrecognisable yet familiar,

bring different life to the room.

Spectres on the edge of vision,

creep across the room, ghostly.

Headlights travel down the street,

cutting through the gloom of night.

Red eyes stare from one corner,

electric entertainment on standby.

Waiting for light and life to return,

bringing meaning to the room again.

My slow breathing the only sound,

as I sit on the sofa, watching the night.

I think of things to come, things passed,

The night goes on, seconds tick by.

©2011 Trevor Litchfield