It is dark.

The sun sunk behind the trees
a plume of pink clouds
sail lazily by
into the distance–
It’s dark.

A brood of birds
call and chatter in the leaves
whistling lullabies
as they cuddle in for the night.
It’s dark.

I wish you were here tonight
I wish to lay and sing our song–
I wish you hear me call your name
my love
and hold me as I came.

It is dark.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
December 14, 2021 | OC, California

Moments Unaware | I Want to Love You

Birds-Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry