MIDNIGHT WALK
Tonight I move through dark, dormant places,
Content with my aloneness in the world.
I glide slowly, a ghost on moonlit concrete,
To merge with the essence of night.
Lakeshore rimmed in sparkling silver.
Faint echoes of cricket.
Distant smooth planes of resting city walls:
Defined, unchanging textures
Of angular light, shadow, and black.
My soul welcomes this cool, silent simplicity.
I revel in darkness.
I dream in blankness.
The world is reduced to its peaceful essence.
Within, beyond, and through it all,
An infinite universe.
Will Walsh