The Family
I walk the hill
with easy strides,
my family around me
a warmth inside.
The empty sky above us
clear horizon round,
air still and quiet but
for the bees contented sound.
We are in a capsule
there's no-one here but us,
no-one up the hill ahead
behind is emptiness.
Our separation makes us different
set apart from the common crowd,
an isolated hilltop island
lost among the clouds.
The future is tomorrow
the past is yesterday,
we are free on the hillside
nothing can get in our way.
But now the night is falling
that dark from ages past,
is filling up the valley
rising toward us fast.
will it be a safeness
a time for pleasant dreams,
or will it be a horror
of nervous hands and screams?
Will it be a brand new start
or the final end of things,
is it just the end of day
before another day begins?