“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep.”- Laurie Lee

Night’s ink spills into my haunted garden 
while torchlights flicker in the anxious wind
I sit alone sipping a glass of wine, listening 
to rasping cries of lonesome crickets calling

I ponder what brought them and I to this ‘in limbo’ fate
of being forever alone yet not, crooning a mournful song
Emptiness echoes in the silence and sends my soul drifting 
dreaming of you again falling in fragrant petals, and so I sleep

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is an author, poet, wife, and mother. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years and her dog, Ricky Bobby who loves to go real fast. She writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. Several of her works have appeared in various anthologies and online literary magazines.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and her Amazon Author Page