the moor

Twilight's empty shadows blend
their faces with sacred wind
as voiceless whispers in the gale
make want of warmth in moonlit pale
For shutters locked against them here
the bricks and mortar breeding fear
While bedded children shake at core
I go out walking on the moor
Past streetlamps glow on cobblestone
fated to go on alone
striding bounds but taking care
to pay respect to growings there
Though heavy tread my boot hath laid
unrest no mushroom, grassy blade
Without a stick I climb the steep
draw shallow breaths to fill up deep
my chest with quench of bodily need
withholding want until it bleed
the fog engulfs the wood like flame
cold perks my hairs marked untame
for'ere I wander through the night
'til glimpse of comfort, hopeful light