NightWalker

NightWalker

born of the first stars that lit an ancient night
her spirit chaffs at societies plight...
she has been a wanderer… over fields and valleys she would go
she visited silence and stillness, such as she’d never known
alone she witnessed sunrises that told the only time
and beheld the eternal passage of season’s patient rhyme….

she walked a long lonely highway where no streetlights lit the way
waking alone each morning, glad to greet the day
she navigated a path from stars that were her steadfast guide
one full-moon night she danced with trees, her joy she couldn’t hide…

she dwelt in forest-shadows and felt her soul complete
dry leaves crunching softly beneath her bare feet
she sat a tree and gazed in awe at the night-scene spreading to yonder moon
knowing this was true freedom, not knowing it would end soon…

city shadows swallowed her… the air was thick with haze
night noises were foreign here … lost were her days
moon light seemed remote in the glare of neon light
trapped by walls was she … her feet knew only flight…

shushing waves hushed at her… as the first stars lit the sky
a gentle breeze brushed her hair with playful carefree sighs
an empty beach … a silent night… restores her energy
nightwalker wanders… this night she is free..

born of the first stars that lit an ancient night
vision-walker walks beneath new moon light
her free spirit chaffs at societies abject lethargy
as she spreads the healing power of peace & energy;
Sharonlee©6-Mar-12