drift photographer

it may have happened
in the night
when darkness comes to call
You were drifting
in fields of snow
where moonlight shadows fall

drift across
a harvest moon
drawing pictures
in the dirt

drift across
a darkened sky
and hope no one
gets hurt

it may have happened
in the night
when darkness comes to call
You were drifting
in my dreams
like shadows on the wall

drift across
my unlocked mind
do not stop
to rest

drift across
the wounded heart
that lies fallow
in my chest

drift across
my field of view
obscure the things
I shouldn’t see

drift across
my darkened soul
see what has
become of me

it may have happened
in the night
when darkness comes to call
You were drifting
in my dreams
where moonlight shadows fall