Solitary walk at night brings to light
sense of a naked, exposed existence
where obscured vision gives a clear insight
to a universe of indifference.
Cold light from dead light years or a pale moon
reflection, emits dark oppressive pall
where starkness makes a self long for high noon
to overcome sense of being so small.
But nightfall brings sleep and sleep ushers dreams
and dreams open different universe
where infinite truth of existence teems
with haunting and undreamed of realms diverse.
Vast dark night humbles one into a speck,
but one who partakes in a wondrous trek.