nocturnal

on this mild night i wandered. 

crossing winding backroads,
damp and rotten with crisp fallen leaves and earth
and cold stone quarries full of chasm river mists 
from woods of cedar bark. 

i am searching in the roots for your hat.
the battery lights dim exponentially 
against the creeping ink of the moonless sky.

for all i know, everything else has gone. 
the water rushes onward into the crepuscular void.

forgotten,

you sleep.