They call me the Midnight Man
For I never sleep;
I walk as far as I can
‘Til Life bids me weep.
As I stride toward shadow
All their voices sound:
“There! Look at the sad man go
With no friends around.”
The hands of Night are quite cold
Yet embrace me still
‘Cause my journey is so old–
For All I take chill.
I walk for the lonely souls,
I slog for the sad;
I explore misery’s holes
As Midnight nomad.
And when dawn rears her first hues,
Flushing the world pink,
My eyes close–Midnight won’t lose!–
And in final sleep sink.