Night Falls

//night falls

Night Falls
(c) by Elizabeth Southwood 1998

We share our lives, both waking and sleeping.
Blue shadows shade sun shafts when twilight comes.
Night falls, the peacock calls, crickets rub wings.

Sometimes I think about our lives ending.
I hope I'll be the first one to succumb.
We share our lives, both waking and sleeping.

If your soul should be the first to take wing,
I'll weep night and day, I'll be so lonesome.
Night falls, the peacock calls, crickets rub wings.

I'll be like our local peacock, wailing
for his absent mate, wanting her at home.
We share our lives, both waking and sleeping.

I'm so content with you as evening
shifts to the black-laquered bowl night becomes.
Night falls, the peacock calls, crickets rub wings.

We live aware life ends, without knowing
when mourning will come. It's a conundrum.
We share our lives, both waking and sleeping.
Night falls, the peacock calls, crickets rub wings.