Peaceful Evening

Like a dark tower,
my window looms;

ebony night waits
just a step away.

Deep silence
consumes empty spaces
in the tall trees

where breezes sing
in the joyful morning.

My feeble lamp
can only reach
a few feet out

and sets
the pale grass
aglow

as glimmering ghosts
softly search
for peace.

But peace
can be uneasy


and stillness signify
oblivion.

(9/10/2010)