I walk alone in the night.
The wind swirling in my hair.
The darkness can be comforting
The darkness can also be foreboding.
But it is never dangerous.
The night is a mystery.
One, I intend to learn as much as I can from it.


The shapes and figures my mind tricks me to see
Are no longer frightening. They have become expected.
Every night I walk farther and farther
I don’t know where I’m going, but I trust my feet to guide me
To where I need to be.


Each night I see new things,
Things not many people get to see.
At night, the world is different,
It is quite, comforting.
The world is a mystery at night.
A mystery I intend to learn as much about as I can.


Each night is different from the last.
New animals greet me every night.
But sometimes, the old ones aren’t ready to say good bye.
So they follow me to a point at which they can no longer.
So we depart and promise to see each other the next time.


The night is not colorless, though.
Each night I see new colors, ones I’ve never seen before.
These colors are a mystery in itself,
Another mystery I intend to try to learn as much about as I can.


I like to walk alone at night.
It is how I prefer it.
The shadows help me with my fears,
They push me to be fearless.


I walk alone in the night.
The wind swirling in my hair.
The darkness can be comforting
The darkness can also be foreboding.
But it is never dangerous.
The night is a mystery.
One, I intend to learn as much as I can from it.