The Voices of the Night

When all the voices of the night

Are a dark rumble,

A fiery pit,

I don’t know who pit

me against you

For all that I have is one big hug to give

At times, I’m overtaken

By a shivery quietness

That molts from eerie to familiar,

From strange to beautiful,

From mighty to sweet.

I call on my friends, too.

If it’s a particularly loud and scribbly night

But amidst the big roar

All voices

Friend or foe

Tend to look the same...

Only the darkness seems to know me in my unknowability

(And that can be a scary thought)

I visualize bathing in it’s quiet bravery

No stone left unturned

I gather myself

All my pieces

Called to battle

I’m almost ashamed of intruding so often in the peace of night

And then I remember!

that all the wailing and screaming

I’m holding shut

inside of me

And not one soul can hear what I’m hearing now...

Even with all the temporal ruckus going on

You wouldn’t believe how discreet the fight actually is

I show up humming

to the beat of my horse’s legs

I trust them

My face is painted

in my own blood

I trust myself

And in my arms is just one big hug to give