Tears of Midnight

On the wind like a bird,

a soft midnight song.

Very faint with no wrong, often unheard.

Sighs of Crickets,

Banter of bats.

Lulling the creek as it slithers past.

Falling drops of dew like water from a spigot.

Sneaking threw the darkness are the cats, hunting rats.

Shadows slip moving fast.

In this daze of mist truth can be found.

whispers of leaves, lead some to believe.

In this haze feet move with no sound.

Deep in this dwelling of Thieves.

Now let us all bath in the redemption of the night.

Washing our sins in pools of moonlight.