Retreat

The Sun sinks dutifully in a pool of crimson-hued sky. Carried on the wings of shadowy bats the silence of twilight spreads over me. I hear my blood running in the veins and the lullaby of water-lilies folding in. Alone in a mood of retreat, I become unseen. Unconcerned, in the background, the immature moon shimmers silently, floating on the pool of reflections, I am lost as I'd never before been, Until the stillness is broken By the barking of stray dogs. Alert. Time for me to return to a ...