Traveling In the Small Hours
I watch as stillness spread over me
And now the crickets speak
For during the daylight they are concealed and meek
Earths soil must rest and cool
The moon beams like a fool
Night has transpired
And concealed day light that has expired
So now the eyes shall roam the forest
From the farthest of west to east
Alluring the minds apprehensions and testing its bravery
Of what may come to seek in the dark that may be unsavory
Rattling of leaves
And quiet distant, approach the evening thieves
And my breathe is shallow and still
As I walk slowly and mill
The day’s events do echo through the woodland
As though a friend had thoughts and my hand
Guiding me, hiding me from my deepest intellect
And my head won’t draw a closing and deselect
Till I clear my senses and rest for sleep
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