NIGHT CROSSING

By Nolan Moon

I walk in cities of steel and heat, hearing music from gadgets

And words from plastic people. All that I ever see is death the dying earth, the dying sun, and the dying sky.

So let me run, run as far as I can reach,

Let me touch the fiber of grass, the breath of the wind to touch the sun, the moon, the heaven that I know, that I see, that I hear, that

Part of me that strives to be, to be there my should my heart my mind, I see this in a reflection

Of my spirit, still, glassy and serene.

If I cannot have this at least in my dreams then

I am not worth the effort to breath, nor the simple heart beat of the tiny sparrow, Let me run, let me be,

Set it free.