Night Walking

     Disappearing

     From a clearing,

Waiting for a certain sound.

     Darkness growing,

     Shapeless, flowing,

Over silent, silver ground.

     Whispered only

     By a lonely

Spectre walking through the trees:

     Wordless greeting

     Echoes, fleeting

As a shadow on a breeze.

  

     Night unravelled

     As I travelled

Back towards my morning bed.

     Did you hear me?

     Are you near me?

Asked the echo in my head.