The stars pulse dimly
High in the charcoal sky
I exhale
My breath a frosty cloud
That rises to join the stars.
The fog envelops the earth
Making the common seem cruel
Trees are shadows
I am lost in the mists
But never alone.
In the silent darkness
While the world is far away
The moon and I
Stand still
Regarding one another.
It is so dark
I can see nothing
But the night sounds
The cricket, the stream, the wind,
Fill the emptiness
Filling me.
I walk into the night
Intending a quiet walk
The cicades erupt like maracas
I grow angry at their impudence
Then hear the beauty.
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