Fears - 1965

With suddenness the brilliance
of the sunset slips quickly out of sight.
Then follows another world
which we call the night.

The trees take on a darker tone,
with arms and legs and faces
all adding to that sinister note
that sets the heart a racing.
It's not what we're seeing
nor even what we hear
more in what we're thinking
that fills us full of fear.

Perhaps a sad and lonely goat
in the distance mournfully bleating,
makes the shadows seem to grow
the ghosts you think you're meeting.

The night is a different kind of world
where shadows seem to grow
with different shapes and places.
in which our courage seems to go.

We?re carefully avoiding graveyards
with their ghostly rows of stones.
Expecting any minute to hear
some horrible shrieks and groans.

Yet what is there in darkness,
that daylight sweeps away.
The ghostly owls on silent wings
seeking out their lonely pray.

Bats suddenly disappearing
as darkness begins to fade.
A nightingale?s song is now sung,
before the night turns into day.