Wings of the night

Tell me a tale that is made in the dark
By cricket voices and bed of stones
How I lay my head under the shining eyes
Of wolves and foxes, humming the tunes
Of a nightingale.

Wings shading away my predators. I was
All alone under the iroko tree
Staring at the moon making his tour
For what sit in my heart is heavy and makes me stiff
And sent my thoughts on wild errands.

If there could be a state of equipoise
To balance the heart of its thoughts.
Then here I wouldn't be under the darkening eyes
of the night to wonder
If I could lift away my burden yonder
For each night my worries grow in number

The dim darkness reminding me of unfulfilled years,
As though the legs of the clock can walk back to the days
Of stipulated hopes and clear dreams so great
With a thousand words floating in my thoughts
A difficult task it is to sing to sleep my bones

I knew what it was that clones me in the dark,
It was of course the ominous nature of the night
Fumbling and intriguing into my ensconced mind
Reawakening exuded dreams long bungled
Bringing to light a new part to be savoured

So it has been any time I lay my head
That life to come be kept abreast
Now I must rise to leave
For my tenth I left empty
To capture the prey I hunted stealthy.