fauxcroft

Flickering moon in the night

In and out of my night sight,

I hear a low vibrational hum

Resonating, it’s a constant thrum,

Not with noise but with a feel, a rumble,

The rattle of an air conditioning fan

Is what is punctuating the night time air,

While darkness all around abounds

Is when I now realise, that I am truly now alone.