NIGHT FLIGHT

A walk on a cold winter evening
The cold bitter air biting at my face
Snow crunching beneath my feet,
The only sound present in the forest
As darkness covers my footprints
On my journey of exploration,
Following pathways which seem to be forbidden
Below the canopy of towering trees
Now appearing as silhouettes against the moonlight.

As I walk among the shadows of the night
I sense a presence around me - A silent presence,
For not a sound is heard on this night of solitude
On my journey into the night's dark shadows;
Looking skyward I see the clouds covering the moon
Drifting across what now has become an eerie glow
Casting down upon the pathway I travel,
As an ambience of surrealistic imagery emerges
Overcoming my spirit with visions of uncertainty.

The hours of the night pass as I continue down my path
Shadows seem to move as if alive with presence - As
I sense I am not alone in the darkness but accompanied
By the spirit of one who dwells here - A creature
That travels the pathways of the night in silent flight,
Only detected by the shadows cast against the moonlight
Filtering through the limbs and branches of the trees;
For now I know I am not alone on this cold winter night
But am in the presence of the owls on their night flight.

Is my journey of a direction unknown - Oblivious
As to what purpose it serves - Or is it a lesson
Teaching me to use my senses to discover the unknown.