Pitter Patter

Pitter patter between each little light
What good is a person who only lives at night?
Who but the specters and giants roam this hour
Whose rumored denizens seek only your lour?
An alternate reality where the dreaming dream
And the waking live in the dark serene scene.

Pitter patter through the moonlit street
Alone in the world and removed from conceit.
If white lies are baked in the mind unread
Then in the blackness is where honesty be said.
For in the sun, eyes cast their silent mind
Watching and waiting for breaks in the shine.

Pitter patter the tears drip to the ground
Reminding us how we'll never truly be found.
I've seen the pain the light brings to chance
But still praise it for the radiance that it grants.
In the dark they are not helpless nor confined
As they wander free from the light and its blind.

Pitter patter as my steps strike sidewalk
Drifting these roads for nothing but a talk.
Searching for ghosts roaming the town
Who don't have the courage to utter a sound.
Wanderers and the lost finding a breadcrumb
To this only real place we can't be pushed from.