“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (Laurie Lee, As I walked out one Midsummer morning)

My mind becomes oppressed inside the dark–
words grow legs and wings like strange balloons–
uncaptured outlines, creatures of the night,
with shadows leaving trails of lost perfumes.

I wander through the absence, the unfull,
the forest of this opposite of me–
as midnight swathes with clouds of emptiness,
my wraiths go searching for a place to sleep.

Laura at dVerse introduced us to poet Laurie Lee.  She asked us to use one of his quotes as inspiration, perhaps for a quatrain with a rhyme of ABCB.