NIGHT WALK

Lunar light throws our shadows

on snow and ice;

cold air, if only this

would be another road

and another time

with others walking with

us, shadows moving on ice.

A car leaves the retirement home

like a soul departs the flesh;

fading light in darkness,

vanishing. The orb

of silver, crushed rock and dust

in billion year silence

gives us back what was ours,

light and shadows.

30.03.2018