Night Walks by Ted Whitsett

Night Walks

by Ted Whitsett

Darkness surrounds me

The panting hooves on a gravel road

are replaced by my own

I'm alone out here

but there's a peace that surrounds me

The brooks are filled with the cold fountatins,

working their way along the dirts path

And my eyes keep looking upward

as though there's a part of me up there

Nothing seems to be disturbed

as though the night was made for rest

My heart is heavy with questions,

sometimes wanting to know all the answers

In part we only seem to see the beginning

because the ends seem far too deep

Someone should put a stop to that

or we might all walk in the dark