The Hollow

Send us Fan MailThe HollowEmpty are the roads, the cars, the shop windows, the streets and alleyways that led to the old stone church at the top of the hill, even the avenue of trees are abandoned by the wind, for solitary stands beside silence and all is shutall is stillAnd as the  shadows slip from the shoulders of darkness, into the blindness of the approaching dreams of night, struggling with the climb to the stars the last wings of duskreflect a rising moonin the upper windows, of dayand light And belowall is quiet, all is silent,the clouds have spoken,a thousand thousand wordsin a floodof goodbyesfor this evening, the sky has broken, in tears the farewellof summer,a last glimmerof laughterin her closing dreamof autumn’s [email protected]