The sun went to sleep
fell into the shadows
the night crept in deep
but no one will know.
The houses flicker
warmth and golden vibes
but can you see her
top window, she hides.
Waiting in the dark
for the night to take
the remaining spark
leaves lust in his wake.
Shadows are sleeping
the night is deepening
the eyes are knowing
a moments dreaming.
NaPoWriMo – Day 28
Charlie Ann Alford 