In the Dark and Quiet

I like the dark quiet places. Where, after the moon has set, and all the creatures have fell asleep, only the silent stars burn tiny holes into the midnight black of the sky. My peace comes in this quiet limbo. Where I am the only one who hears my marooned footsteps echo off the vacuum of space around me. My thoughts, many seemingly unrelated, coalesce into a calm sky of reason much like those stars above me. Each tiny pinpoint reaches my eyes from a multitude of light years apart. They do not touch, until they hit the retina of my consciousness and are focused. Every now and then, a stranger crosses my path on these dark, quiet walks, and we greet each other with a perfunctory nod or tip of the hand. We are each ships passing each other through calm murky waters, seeking our small promised land of peace. This is all that's needed, that second or two of acknowledgement, for so much more has passed between us. I haven't found that eternal peace just yet this dark, clear, unforeboding night. There is nothing scary for me in that darkness. For there will always be another time to lift my anchor, and lazily set sail again.