The Night Wanderer Poem by Bryan Taplits

The skies are drear, the winds are chill
Don't wish this on a foe,
This day is past-or nearly so-
And this is what I fear:
The night is coming in all it's strength
The moon probably hid or cast,
And there is one burden on this day I must carry-
I just hope it doesn't last.
But the night was not so dark
as I envisioned it would be,
The stars glittered-
my path revealed by their light,
And the trail I traverse
I now can see-
On this sacred translucent night.