I can feel it, this earth of mine the heat of the day
with its accompanying sounds that seem to call to me
and ask delicate questions what’s the answer?
are they asking me? or is it an inbuilt command to ask?
maybe its not me they are asking
and then I feel the cold of the night,
the stillness, the sounds are duller more distant
and I feel there may be something inside of me waiting waiting
to escape In the blink of an eye,
should I keep my eyes shut tight, for its true if I open them
and let the night air in, my demons will escape