Night Walker Poem by jan oskar hansen

Night waits for me to come, walk in its
deep shadow, to admire the way it
accentuate streetlight, makes neon signs
shine on damp asphalt, shuts out noises
and subdues the sirens of an ambulance;

cloaks me in security, unseen by prying
eyes, and the echo of lonely footsteps is
another dreamer. Yet, for all this, night
too pales when meeting dawn that takes
me on a ride through an irresistible day.
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