The Eye of Night

Send us Fan MailThe Eye of Night The eye of night, watches, blinks behind creases of clouds across the ragged winter dawn of sky, and throughthe standing trees they that scrape and tear, rattling the truth at the empty wind, uselessly hanging, blindly gesturing,  through invisible branches, guessing which way the beacons of light will slowly turn, and above the lines and folds, the geometric castles, the battlements of politics and power, the million stories, the shooting of lives of unknown stars, they that fall and rise, fall and rise,in waves of doubttrust the trespassing lies of media truth,the eye of night closes,if we are not careful,if we are not careful,for good.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]