Calling Me Home

As darkness falls, I find where I belong.

Moonlight welcomes me,
gently embracing my dreams -
a beacon of hope in the darkness.

The wind whispers through the trees
a breathy caress,
endearments to other-worldly ears.

Tonight, wood and stone are no respite
from flesh and blood troubles.
Nature's no shelter from human sorrow.

As the world closes its eyes,
a lone voice calls from the shadows,
calling me home.