I Walk The Night
I walk the night, seeing things I should not see
I walk it, like it is a part of me
The everlasting plunging in and out
The constant sounds of nothing and yet everything
The night is mine, it is my keep
It is my Sheppard in my sleep.
I know the night, I have seen its true face
It comes to me, asking for light.
And I shall whisper… No..