Orange of night time sleeping,
Beckoning into my abyss,
Takes me journeys through fields of gold,
Time falling back, like a leaf grown old.
Riddles of life,
Pictures of love,
Past present futures unfold.
Drawing me in, to tumble and spin.
Picking up pieces, flying on a whim.
Bringing me through my boat on a sea, to
Drift until flood-light awakens for me.
©Davey Northcott February 2014