Poem: Night

Yes, it is late, but dark shall not keep me from writing.

Night, dark and mysterious
beautiful silence waiting to reach you,
it's fingers grazing your skin,
silence

you move, not wanting to make a sound,
you are like a cat, silent and graceful,
you step on the floor,
the silence is broken

once again, hands reach out, slowly,
as if gliding through the air,
they reach you,
silence