Four O'clock

It was four o'clock

but I knew that somewhere

it must be midnight

That strange time

where dreams abound

and modes of transportation

transform into pumpkins

The moon traveled 

behind skeletal trees

silvery faded

face washed in the rain.

Children settled 

beneath warm blankets

some asleep

some merely feigning.

Here the sun begins to decline

still visible in the western sky

turning, turning

the world turns away

and I know somewhere else

it will soon light up

another persons day.

Reviews

[J.M.B]

very nice honey .x.