The Dark

Everything looks different in the dark Sometimes I imagine that things that are standing still are moving And they are not; it is only in my mind The dark sometimes can be frightening The dark is like a burned paint The dark must grieve alone for its lost friend No one around to hear its silence But the silence so peaceful that tears the heart I look back as I am walking to see if anyone is following me But thanks god no one is Only the sound of my footsteps I hear The trees in the dark looks strange to me, I only see a dark shadow