Faint echoes of crickets accompany
Sighing leaves of sleeping maple.
I tread slowly, lightly on moonlit concrete.
Distant smooth planes of resting city walls:
Immovable, contrasting panels;
Defined, unchanging textures
Of light, shadow, and black.
Tonight I move through dark, dormant placesTo merge with the essence of night.
I dwell in starkness.
I revel in darkness.
I dream in blankness.
Content with my aloneness in the world,
My soul welcomes this cool, silent simplicity.
Within, beyond, and through it all,
An infinite universe.
–Will Walsh ©2017