night walking
a poem
it’s 3 am and I’m awake sleep isn’t coming so I get out of bed put on my coat and step outside into the cold and quiet night
everyone sleeps but me and the night I follow my feet across the street down the path to the river frozen over iced but still alive vibrant energized it flows in trickles
the moon is full stars shine bright I feel alive awake thirsty for knowledge of the secrets of the night
what is that sound? I follow it sound of the owl smell of pine feel of dry leaves beneath my feet
I walk for hours that turn into days until I find a rock or rather a rock finds me and beckons me to lie down for a rest
now I’m suddenly tired so I close my eyes and sleep deeply soundly filled with dreams until I feel the warmth of the sun warming my face
I open my eyes and I’m in my bed thinking I had dreamed of my night stroll until I see my boots covered in mud oh and my hair matted with leaves
and my heart filled with secrets secrets of the river secrets of the night
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