Following in moonlight

The world grows quiet. With a whisper. A coo. The sounds are distant inside. The world beckons, in a pale moonlight. Calling, from within a wisp of cloud. A moon. Hovering. Consoling. In this night, the world is complete in me. Inside this dream. I walk. Wait outside. Wandering among the thoughts and warming starlight. Inside my heart, I feel the world reach out. Calling. Urging me on. Searching. Nowhere. Anywhere will do. For me, the walk at midnight divides into two different paths. Then in a flash, converges into one. Somewhere, far off, beyond the corners of this night. It is on this edge, where the moonlight cannot see. Cannot penetrate in the soul of me. For I am locked in some struggle. Though I dare to fight. Waging war against the world. Against myself. All in me. Where might I lead myself tonight. The paths dividing. Belonging. Inside I see. Steady, though I stumble. I gain my senses. Walking. Needing. Gathering up stolen memories from dream. Such are the roads, of silence and confusion. Of endless calm, and constant delight. For my eyes cannot see on this night. Somewhere laughing. Somewhere dancing. Amidst this calm, and uneasy flight. I am there. Beside the heavens and hells, the wavering fascination of beauty and truth. It is this I see. This that lives, inside the soul of me. For I am on a walk. On this night, I wander still. Through the moon's patient gaze, through the arms of another's life. It is the world that beckons, it is my heart that grows true. All in a dream, of this beauty that follows truth.