There is a sort of peace at night -
I have discovered this –
As I walk alone, home.
The lights are dim within the buildings around me.
My steps fall on the pavement, each a soft
The wind blows, pushes my weight,
Pushes me aside.
I look up at the stars –
Glowing white and gold and ice-blue,
shimmering and winking for all to see.
My own mortality is thrown back at me.
I try not to remember it.
I am afraid again.
I close my eyes, stop.
The night overwhelms me again.
I open my eyes, faze out the stars.
The midnight velvet sky, a deep, rich
surrounds, drowns me.
I drown beneath the cold surface of it.
I cannot think of anything but the silence, the cold, the dark
I find peace again.
Hello, darkness, my old friend.