For Those Who Walk Alone At Night

for those who walk alone at night
watching the sun
sink below the tipsy,
lopsided mountains
smiling at the stars

for those who walk alone at night
and stare at the sidewalk
counting each step
as they make their escape
from home

for those who walk alone at night
who let the sky be their blanket
and let the roses be their pillow
and who let the sun be their alarm
to start the next day

for those who walk alone at night
and take pictures with their eyes
and write their memoirs in their head
and let the moon be their clock
and let the flowers tell them the seasons

for those who walk alone at night
and smile at the moon
and whisper to the wind
and dance barefoot among the flowers
we are all there with you, in a way.