A Fall into Night

A Fall into Night

by Michael Warren Grant

A Fall into night, as

The frogs and crickets sing

in orchestral harmony,

accented by the beating

of a moth's wings,

all heralds of the eve.

A Fall into night

ushered by the slipping sun,

rosy hues overtaken

by sullen blues,

purple and cyan

bleeding into black,

the color of unfettered mind.

A Fall into Night

Smoothed over, the horizon,

like a soft hand over felt.

With patient sips of wine,

gentle murmers of silence,

and each soft remembrance

allowed to take fully form,

then fade from conscious mind.

Now to bloom,

like a crackling firework

in the aphotic skies

of subconscious.