Moon Over the Playground

I go for long walks at night

when the darkness falls like dead butterflies

when the shadows dance like dark tumbleweeds

when the silence runs deep like a chasm

between the cliffs hiding in a sunken soul

Last night, I walked to a playground

beneath the hidden full moon

as it slept behind clouds,

emitting a lazy white light,

and I sat on a swing and swung

my legs up into the warm night sky

and I was a child alone in the darkness,

flying and lonely

as the spring peepers sang their own lonely songs

duetting with my whispering mind