Night Shift Haiku

Cold, dark and alone.

Tree, unseen wrapped in shadow.

Red burning eyes dim.

. . .

Awakened sun.

Swallowed whole horizon.

Rising or falling?

. . .

Dreams dance in night time.

Ashy concrete walls entomb.

Awake, my dreams die.

. . .

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Zachary W Gilbert, Author