“the trees of our imagination rejoice in the moonless night”
The page unfurls
Beneath my hand
As in the dead of night
A book is opened
Such wondrous
Things,
Trapped within
Only waiting
To be freed.
And so,
Head under covers,
Flashlight in hand,
I read.
The moonless night
Holds many terrors,
As I walk within
The dark.
I know that most
Are simply imagined.
However,
Every rustle could be more.
It’s a quiet walk,
A relaxing walk,
Despite the shadows
Pushing at my eyes.
I know the path
Through the wood,
To home and
The comfort it brings.
So with a smile,
And with a song
I walk through the silent woods
