As I go into the night,
I feel the world around me.
Walking away, leaving behind
All the rest of humanity.
As I walk into the night,
I find myself heading out.
Out towards the place of meeting;
Towards the place where no one speaks.
As I halt within the night,
I scan the trees around me.
I crouch down to the earth
And feel it pulsing ‘neath my hand.
As I wait within the night,
I send my senses outward.
I feel the life around me, growing.
The trees, the grass, they give me peace.
As I listen in the night,
I gaze up to the stars.
The powers hear my troubles out,
And give me answers to my queries.
As I head home through the night,
I embrace the calm that settles o’er.
I thank the powers for their aid,
And for the wisdom I have gained
Each time I go into the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the night is the blood, Count, the soft blanket that keeps your dead limbs warm, 'the calm that settles o’er' for in the night, you are alone, 'walking away, leaving behind all the rest of humanity.' alone to' feel the life around me, growing. The trees, the grass, they give me peace. ' And all alone to' gaze up to the stars. the powers hear my troubles out And give me answers to my queries.' , born from darkness, dead for centuries, this child of the night embraces the wisdom he has gained only from the shadow of his existance well written, with intelligence and wisdom