Night

By Kevin Shea

Alone among the streetlamps, I recollect my thoughts:

The mishaps of the day, the fights I should have fought.

The darkness surrounds me, but I am not alone;

the child inside me recites fantastic odes

But what are these stories?

I hear they’re nothing but lies.

Just who has concocted these ideas

For I know they are not mine.

The tales of tragedy, the strong courageous knight,

Would they disappear if the days were replaced with nights?

The halo of a streetlamp beckons me along,

“ away from the darkness, come with me, my son.”