I'm the silent creek of the floor board
The quiet steps you never hear
The spirit that wonders
When the dark of night covers

I know the owls that hoot at twilight
I see them still under silvery stars
Listening in on soft leaf rustles
With keen eyes searching for muse

I'm the thoughts woven by night
The words read by day light
A nocturnal creature stirred by sunsets
Into alertness away from my own shadow

I like to tiptoe with time counting its steps
I know the tricks it plays after dusk
How it sneaks past drifted dreamers
Hurrying minutes and cutting corners

I'm one of those who
Catch the first drops of dew
I know too all shades of the moon
From dainty crescents to rare blue hues

I know colors lying between grey and black
I weave in and out of folds of the dark
My kind are stealthy roamers
Creepers of the slumber cloaked world