Tea Room silence

One man and his yogurt, sits alone.
Wonder what he's thinking?
Wonder what he dreams?
Is it of cool clear streams!
Or is it one last drink.

Every avenue you see,
belongs to me.
The sound of flight,
even the Bell that rings across the Moor.
From shadows it falls a mist decending upon a openess,
cloaked in a darkness holding more power than you can dress.

A touch will leave you dazed and motionless. Powerless to stop,
it creeps and bites, leaving emptiness in its wake.
Until the glimmer of fresh light appears on the horizon.
Then all is back to normal shadows.
The dark slips back to the hole it came from.

leaving not a sign of its exsistence.

Now the day has arrived bringing colour and faith,
Flowers dance in the breeze, Meadow Grass sings from left to right a sound not unlike a sting.
Birds call fromTree to Tree alongside frolicking Rabbits. While men play with there street balls.

A passing pick me up, languishing through the breeze.