April Anthology 2018: Evening falls (04/27)

I rest in the shadows again,

And wonder how long it shall last.

Will the peace of night

In my sheltering place

Break slow or shatter fast?

Will the unease start with a whisper?

Will it harrow me with a croon?

Or will this be a rare sort of dark -

Quiet safety under the moon?

Will I look at my lamp like my one good thing -

Hope somewhere beneath the stars?

Or will I go drifting on light in dream,

Far from this planet's wars?