Beyond the Forest Wall

I spoke to the future
that soars above my head,
the future that darts
along the horizon line,
little shadows in the twilight
of our last days.

I heard a small bird
singing for its mate.
I listened to the silence
that followed.

Beyond the forest wall
I heard a bell ringing,
muffled by distance
and dust.
Somewhere a door opened
and night came in,

Michael Robinson, Artist/Poet