The night.

My dear friend

My protector

My guard.

At night, I feel safe

Clutched in the copious arms of the beholder.

I feel invulnerable.

I am unknown and nameless.

I am a traveler searching for myself.

Lost but willing to remain lost.

I am a seeker,

Seeking for the truth.

Night drapes an opaque curtain

Across my star glazed skin.

It frees my hair with its ghostly breath.

I am invisible.

The moon is my friend.

The lone watcher of the night.

The taste of the night is intoxicating

Eerie and smooth.

As time ages,

The night grows old.

Curling back into its hole

I take one last sniff of the crisp night.

I am the night.