Night Light...

Haunting a famiiar wood,
a ghost between the shadows stood
and pondered why he wandered,
why he found solace in the night
as the light shone upon creatures,
their eyes capturing and reflecting the light
Spirits do move, they cling to some
but you cannot call them
and you never know when they might come...

Now, i believe i have felt them
ever since i was young
too long i have tried to reject them
but have found it has not done 
me any good to run
Let them speak, i can only listen
in fear of missing something or someone...
10-14-10