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