I come upon darkness outside my sleep
On night of rain and wind, tree’s leaves
Swaying united against a world’s light,
A silky black protest at the gates of hell.

That is when rain falls on a world’s dark
From clouds of trees in their silent skies
Beyond the parapet of daytime shadows,
Trembling with a lack of matter to show.

The shadows make soft sibilant sounds
Indistinguishable from a fall of the rain
Hardly heard over the world’s darkness
Spread outside peripheries of my sleep.