=Man=

it seems the world is dead, and I,
I alone am awake tonight
only my room knows
and the stars, which are
always there, and the moon
which presides over the night
the insects are awake, and some other
creatures of the night.
this, is their world.

one or two vehicles pass
in the neighbourhood
i wonder what they are doing

i watch. there! is a man walking
slowly, gracefully, elegantly.
where is he going?
what secrets be there in this man's life
that he would be walking the neighbourhood
at such an hour?
he walked - to a car, and silently,
without a trace, drove away

this is a world of deep, dark secrets
witnessed only by the stars and moon and
silent creatures of the night
and I, sometimes, and one such as I.





staring out the window
at this nightworld
the stars are obscured by thick clouds
and so is the moon
the insects and creatures go about their business
and the ones with secrets hurry on
i watch, and i wonder
if I -
if I would ever meet
the one such as I.