Poems

There's something quiet about the night
Something mystical when you are the only
the only one that is moving, the only
the only one that is aware.
You are not the only one breathing, that's for sure,
and therefore not alone, but
alone with your thoughts.
Being alone is not being lonely.
The time taken to pour out to page and
reveal is not worth the ink it is printed
on or the paper it is written with.
So off, late, into the night,
drifting into the land of dreams with your friends
and confidential secret-keepers.
And leave behind your solitude for group therapy.
Everyone is doing it.