The Lost of the Night

In a world that’s only darkness away from the day
Exists the underground seeking light.
It is a place that few can seek, and anyway
It only is real once turned on by night.

Drawn in by silent eyes and the fearless joy-cries
I take a risk, I make a choice to chance
Drifting through the scene, exotic yet keen
In a phrase, caught up in the dance

I’m finding myself now, deep in the Lost of the Night
Seeking to bring some light
to who I am.
I’m a tremble in the wind, fighting to release what’s in
And bring some life to who I am!
Can’t you see that I’m alive? Not threatened but believing
There’s little deceiving
to who I am.
Excitement and fear, well, they’re still alive here.
But that’s just a part of who I am.

I drift though the crowds as they jostle and meet
Seeing, sighing, I’ve opened a new book
So much here to see, this is a new street
But I want to do much more than look.

There’s a wall of sound, flying all around
A pulse of energy that seems to have no end
I’m in the darkness here, yet I have no fear
At a place like this I can truly find a friend

Bang the drum loud, let the guitar’s scream
Enter into the dream
Of who I am
Place the wall against my back, my heart on one swift track
And learn the ways of who I am.
Let my eyes absorb your face, drink in your soul’s darkest light
Creature of the night,
That’s who I am.
Leaping fire and breathing song, senses alive the whole night long
This is the heart of who I am.

Encouraged to try, lost in night’s cool embrace
I grasp the fire and learn its name
Thunder and light are drowning this place
Take your cards and play the game.

The taste of your lips and feel of your hips
The dance becomes its own reward
Your breath on my skin, drinking you in
Slow the pace and draw your sword.

The time for timid heat and resistance has passed us by
Left us alone but to try
Really being who I am.
Given the help of a loving hand, gaining the trust to take a stand
And let myself be who I am.
Clashing steel and sunset, the struggle to survive
My love is alive
It’s who I am.
Love is not for the weary or meek, which struggle on yet don’t seek
And living for love is who I am.

It’s who I am.

This poem is copyright 2003 D'Artagnon, to whom comments may be sent.