Light In The Night

The sun stopped peeping secretly through the green leaves The shadows lengthened and silently grew to size The ghosts in them came to life, expressing their glee The forest was courting the wild darkness it seized The men in the camp noticed a friend missing They sat around the fire lit to guard off mute fears Their prayers died out in the boredom of the night Where has he gone, fallen prey to brutes and bears? Next morn, as the east broke up, they rushed out to find They spotted him sitting on a rock, a stream beside The poet, unruffled, with a gleam in his eyes was seen writing about the light, he conceived yesterday night