NIGHTWALKING

These night plumed fairies in waiting, dancing along the shadows.
Winters trees poking into the twilight mist,
like a knife through the vapors.
A perspired brow, that glistens in the moonlight.
I caught your reflection in the looking pond,
rippled expressions along the surface
staring back in sturdy gazes that made my heart lose it's rhythm.
A young girl, woolen cloak and mittens,
prepared for first frost,
and snowflakes on the tongue.
Listen, to the quiet.

The creaking of leaves underfoot, and time that ceases to rest.
Night crawling through the forest of never ending stories,
told in carved histories along the bark.
One etching at a time.

Wild carnivores lurching in the distance, yet protected
in secret pathways that danger passes with the trepidation
of moth to flame.

A flowery wilted youth that re-blossoms in spring,
A perennial offspring of beauty reemerged with Darwinistic fervor,
a emulsion of strength and transformation
both together and independent.
A butterfly let lose of land but forever one of Earth.

These are the journeys of night visions,
seen only in the moonlight,
through darkest corners
traveled alone and in
silence.
on roads paved only in footsteps.

Day breaks in unforeseen horizons.