Walk in the Night

I like to walk into the night,

To listen to the silence,

See the darkness as it surrounds me.

I watch as nocturnal creatures

Scurry and run,

Avoiding the light and it’s damning luminosity.

I walk alone in the night

Nobody walks beside me

Regaling me with their activities of the day,

Thrusting opinions unasked and unwanted upon me.

I stand alone in the night,

And let the night wash over me,

Swimming in it’s dark mysteries,

The murky blackness and dim shadows.

The night becomes a refuge;

From the bustle of the day,

The shiny and the loud,

Sparkling with its dazzling lights

Whirring with sirens;

Screaming in my ear

Take this! Watch that!

The night prepares me for the day

Restoring my soul.

Soaking up all the dark and undesired,

The confusion and blur,

They cease as I walk in the night,

Fed to the insatiable hunger of darkness

Swallowed in the black,

Leaving me to shine.

I walk back into the light,

Done with my stroll

Through the night.

I walk through the door

Into the sights,

The sound,

The sensory overload.

I welcome the light.

For I know the night will come

And once again,

I will walk into the night.

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