The Night



1. The Night

The Moon smiled at me,

  And I politely acknowledged her.

    This was our ritual you see.


I was a boy walking alone,

  The breeze heralding the gaiety of

    The faces that toward me shone.


And needing company,

  I turned to the trees.

    They swayed in a silent symphony.


The ache in my heart

  tasted bittersweet on the cold air.

    I was playing a dreadfully familiar part.


My steps lead me homeward, end in sight.

  And my pace weakens.

    For I was loath to give up the Night   


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