Stones on the road

With the dark comes the urge
To curl up like flower buds
Shying away from  
Half hearted passions of the cloudy moon.

We are all tired lamps
Trying to sustain through
The night, growing 
Slow and heavy headed swaying to a dream.

Along the road we have grown
A garden of gnomes
Hunchbacked and cold
And forsaken like stones on the road.