Walking at night

I am walking at night and

looking up at the crescent

moon as the stars hide

their magic behind the silken

mist that surrounds me now

with its cold sense of doom.


I creep among the trees, all

shadows under the moon’s gaze,

and the silence is my captor

as I listen for the slightest

breeze to blow away the misty

white of night that is my cage.