Sitting in the middle of a field,
Late at night, lying on my back.
Looking up at a clouded moon,
Goosebumps covering arms.
Early morning actually is more like it,
And, the lights go off with a bang.
I sit and sigh finally plunged,
Straight into darkness.
Everyone else fades away round me,
I breathe in, out, and feel at home.
The clouds kiss the moon eerily,
Then I start to glance around.
Through a mist covering the ground,
Like only an early morn can produce,
I see shadowy figures walking around,
And, open my eyes wider at seeming ghosts.
Feeling no fear- just relishing,
Resting, at ease, in the solitude.
Surrounded by those, who, for now,
Are a little more like me.
Loving to bathe in the dark,
Seeking out the darker, poetic side of things,
Worshipping a dark moon in pitch black,
And, becoming a little child of the dark themselves.
Submission Name: More Like Me
