Close your eyes,
Listen to the sound,
The sound of the night.

Hear the owls hoot,
the fox’s howl,
and the trains rushing by.

Sirens in the distance,
Snow slowly falls,
a cold wind,

Keep your eyes closed,
And smell the sent,
Of the night.

The cold air,
the brewery nearby,
the scent of old deodorant.

Sleep now.
Sleep well.

is almost here

© 2011-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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