Night Sounds

I left my home last night

as the world around me

was falling asleep

and I walked

far into the night

beneath the trees

and the low

illuminated clouds

I walked until

the sounds of night

overtook the sounds of

the evening

where

music and voices can be heard

from doorways

and alleyways and when

it's gone and the sounds

of night are all around

you walk softy

and try to be quiet

because it is the sound

of slumber and dreams

it is the soft breathing

of a child sleeping

you want to hear it

you want to feel it

because it is pure

I came home before the dawn

fell into my bed

and tried

to keep it

 (note: this poem keeps changing. No doubt it will again.)