it is the night i walk, <br />in search of the day... <br />perhaps the wind i feel, <br />and the brotherhood of trees. <br />the worship of the feminine, <br />the gateway and the path. <br />made drunk by beauty, <br />maddened with desire. <br />yet still as the mountains, <br />sipping time by the moment. <br />the bare foot in the mud, <br />the feather by the door. <br />the birth of the child, <br />the death of the father. <br />it is the night i walk... <br />because that's who i am! <br /> <br /> <br />inspired by one of Patti's poems!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-i-walk/
