The night breathes me in.









Measuring me with probing gusts








Of icy wind. It knows me.









I feel the silence. It fills the air








With suspense, the darkness








Interrupted by gleaming street lights







Piercing the nothingness









With a creeping awareness

I am watched.










Perhaps by the sandman,









Leaving his post to keep a wary eye







on a wandering soul.









Or some nocturnal Goddess, carrying the moon on her back,




And guarding the gates of heaven with her breath.

I let the night breath me in.








I feel whole for a moment,








Purged by the calm surrender.








The absolute solitude









Swallows me completely. As I am.








Not asking why I cry,









It holds me, cradles me.
I am safe in the dark curtain.








My secrets are guarded by the hush of a breeze.





The night breathes me in, and I breathe it out,






Together we walk, allied by our loss.