The darkness welcomes me
wraps like a cloak
around me
The stars shine high above
a whisper through the
thrilling dark
Small burning embers
from so far away
The moon is my conscious
placing every careful
guided step
The wind my shadow
chasing me, ahead of
me again
A dance I’ll always
cherish and remember
The morning just a little
ways away from me
now
The surrender, a plea to
enemies and occasional
friends
Truce is sometimes called
but always ignored
The world is asleep
as I wake and walk
tonight
The dreams they see
are lost to me
again
But I shall always
have the night
This is beautiful Tamara… Your phrasing and pacing reminds me the Robert Frost poem, STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING.
A beautiful sensory awareness of the environment where you clearly feel most at home. There is no threat in your darkness but nature shelters you in your night time walks – from the moon guiding your way to the almost whimsical breeze that accompanies you. Beautiful!
Your both so kind, Thank you. I had an Native American friend who always told me I was a child of the moon.