I Envelop The Night
By Herb Stokes
The footfalls faintly heard
in quiet corridors are mine.
I’m the unknown man in the photograph
and walk against the traffic on the roadway;
you glimpse me as the faceless figure
caught in the light for an instant.
Or the shadow within a shadow
outside your bedroom window
as you slip into sleep.
I am mistaken for he who comes
to borrow back the life lent and used
unwisely and therefore forfeit.
I am the voice indistinct that makes you
turn your head to listen louder
believing that you believe if only
you could hear what I am trying to tell
is a truth that will set you on your true path.
I envelop the night.