as I close the curtains

on this day

what can I say

what dare I say

upon this gathering eve

across the graveyard

silence broods

or is it calm

I cannot say

what could I say

as out the window

shyly I peep

in hope of what

I must not say

how can I say

if bat or owl

on evening flight

should cross

this threshold of the night

for narrow barred

as in a cell

how could I know

or wish to show

my frightened face

for fear of fear

can hurt the heart

and dull the eyes

but no-one says

for no-one knows

what goes on at night

midst tombstones

only the owl and bat in flight

can know

the mysteries of the night

but they cannot say

I dare to say