The wind, the reality smacking globe traveler;
The hair whipping dust thief, rising and falling,
drives across the known.
It sweeps into the comfort-stealing unknown,
whispering.
A music maker’s harmony,
a silence silencer slices through the night,
like a blade through the flesh.
Blackness, a darkness, steadily creeping.
The lie-giver falls upon the soul-finder,
leaving it to its secrets and careful temptings.
The people-stalkers, the body forgers,
dance through the night,
its movements vulgar.
The world-binding life takers,
a silent death’s companion, follow stealthily.
Though through it all, the siren-luring beam,
a lost wanderer’s beacon, a devil’s tempter,
cuts its way through the night.