I've become completely nocturnal
The night throws tired shadows on my shoulder
As I walk the yellow-lighted paths of the park
It's quiet here, eerily so
It's such a loud, bustling place in daylight hours
I hear owls and crickets
And other night-creatures
A dark symphony of midnight
My footfalls, rhythmic on the asphalt
Keep beat with their music
The music the world misses
As they sleep
I prefer this time
When the world has slowed
When the sky grows dark and rich
And sprinkled with glittered stars
The moon is my companion
She shines down in pale brilliance
She lights my path
When she is pregnant
With luminescence
She is the mother of the night
The stars are her children
And I like to think
That I am her friend
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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