Radar senses a nights cloak cover

With dart and dash

they came

 

Watching the watchers being watched

a clock pendulum

unwinds…

 

Second hand first, the, tick tick tick\

while minutes and hours lend a hand

Chess game perhaps where there is no objective of winning or losing

rather, joy in playing the Game

 

Torches in the meadow from centuries past

carrying on shoulders, tomorrow

lit oil eternal, such lives

 

There!

Again short full gain!

A horse neighing in fright

A chained dog howling

A cat in heat

A moth devoured in delight

…

Battlements without armor, naked before all yet all blinded

Why then, can’t they open their eyes instead of holding onto yesterday and tomorrow?

Sleeping under the eaves to dream of those lost nights.