by J. Lee M.

Created on: August 21, 2009

Side by side with the harvest moon I would trudge; my only companion the still and cool night. My footsteps had memorized each inch of the back five acreage; my soul was ready to burst. Finally; exhausted and parched, I reached the sacred ground where there was nobody to witness the horrifying display. Dropping to my knees, just out of range for my family to hear, within the weeds I would cry a a silent scream; alone.

Some years later, again with the night I would meet; as old lovers whose time had passed. Driving the barren streets along paths that I had already crossed; all the while hoping to catch a glimpse of all that I had lost. Within the rain and the snow that would drift heavily across the clear pane of glass I found something that would never truly leave me. I held on to that; which was the only thing I had left to grasp.

Even now, as the sun sinks low upon the mountains I once adored; I find myself again with that friend of yesterday. I sit, unnerved, talking with the moon; fists clenched against cold glass doors; tears of frustration fogging the night. Within that which ever was; and all that I hoped it could be; wishing for another chance. Knowing that it will never be the same; they will never come home; and I will have to endure this existence in solitude.

A lifetime could have come and gone and still I would have forgiven every misconduct; each sin. Yet within these wall I have been left to my own demons; my own conscience. There is no reasoning when solitude occurs within a crowded room; when there are no longer gazes that meet your own. As the night falls, the true appear in all of their glory; and all that disappears is known. As a friend of the night, I speak the truth.

If upon us the rest of the world should ever gaze do not judge if in haste we turn away. We are simply children of the night; lovers of the moon; people who have been given not another place to turn. No sympathy is needed; but a smile is greatly appreciated; for we belong nowhere; have the love of none. If ever a love or a friendship be true; to that we would be indebted. Until then, though, listen for the cries of loneliness within the night; judge not; fear not.

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