Midnight Walk
by
Nathanael Smith

The night the simple shades of black
Descended from the clouded moon 
The canny chirp of cricket wings
Responding to the gloom 

Upon the withered moss I walk
Traveling on an ever-traveled way
To never pause, until the end
To never stop or stay

Through unnumbered miles I stretch my legs
I walk as with myths wing'ed shoes 
Toward my yearned-for ending place
Where I shall find... but you.