Night crawling again
searching for solitude and clarity
under a full moon.
Warm soil beneath my bare feet
as cactus blooms open slowly.
The woods are alive with creatures seldom seen
in the light of day. Owls hunting,
tiny tree frogs chirp, rabbits dash from shadow to shadow.
Secrets can be shared that could never be uttered
in the daylight world.
To others, night births whispering demons
from the Apocalypse Cafe and brings unrest
in suicide houses on an otherwise peaceful street.
A neighbor lies dying in a pool of his own blood
awaiting the end of his journey.
Old people rise from sleep, awakened by some
unseen force and howl into the darness
at Death in the shadows