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.
Sighing leaves of sleeping maple.
Faint echoes of cricket.
Distant smooth planes of resting city walls:
Immovable streetlit contrasting panels;
Defined, unchanging textures
Of angular light, shadow, and black.
My soul welcomes this cool, silent simplicity.
I dwell in starkness.
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 ©2017