The Night Calls

I see myself wondering in the woods..
Lost and alone
I'm not scared
But
There is a sadness that lingers around..
Poking, picking
Telling me that that night lasts forever here..

Broken twigs
Decaying leaves

Not a ground I find comfort lying on..

cold, moist

Dying trees
The hidden moon in the sky

Like an empty cave
It echos through me

Telling me I will be just like them

Yet with peace, I lie
Closing my eyes to see the light on the other side of the moon
To smell the flower bud blossoming from the tip of the branch
To taste the cool, dewy breeze, easing the thirst of my tastebuds
To feel the living, wet moss, thriving on
And to hear the last whisper of the dying night