Lonely Night

When I finally take a look at it,
The night is slow
It shuffles through the streets to barely audible jazz music and the occasional wheel whisper
Wanting nothing more than to cradle the dreams of humanity in its black cloak
A sad creature really, its unintentional darkness brings fear and forces us to pull back behind our windows, to bury our inner most feelings in sleep, leaving the night to its loneliness, strangers pass through the measures of its music but never make their home
The night is doomed to be alone
To survey the hours between the sun’s coming and going
With only the company of alley cats and the hollow moon


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