Comfort In The Night Poem by Qwerty Poems

I find comfort in the night.
Particularly a clear one with the moon to guide my eye.
And wind to sway my thoughts aside.
For I am tired of my mind.

As the wind howls through the trees,
The rain begins and the creatures flee.
Fear begins to take its grip on me.
But I remain for there's nowhere else for me to be.

I start to run away from thee.
Seeking some quiet and tranquility.
For, storm, you offer none to me,
I'm not yet used to your intensity.

I search for help that's not in sight.
I look to the stars who give no incite.
I can't hear their advice, try as I might.
So I walk further into the night, finding comfort as I might.