Free Ya’ Mind

Late at night.

When the world is safe within their dreams, I walk the shadows.

Late at night.

A restless feeling takes a hold of me and I can’t hide it.

So I go. Into the darkness of the night. All alone.

I walk each street until I find, someone who is just like me. Looking for some company.

CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT.

I wake up to find my light is gone. Where did I leave it?

Little toys get lost in the shuffle of night. No play time. No sand castles.

Where can I go for comfort? When the dawn of day breaks.

The moon is lost to the clouds, the stars are dimmed. Dreams are shadows, cast against the shimmer of night life.

Where is my light? Where have I left it?

Why does the darkness comfort me so? Am I lost, too?

Dreams reflect reality, if only reality were just a dream. When the night comes, we must sleep.

Not me. I step into the darkness of the night. Searching for the light. A light that was inside of me.

In a world of light and shadow, not knowing where to belong, not blending in.

Who will light the night? Who will walk the shadows, with me?

These children are not afraid of the night. They are not asleep. They cannot sleep.

For, We must weep.

Tears, through the veil of darkness and illusion, must be shed.

Fears, of the shimmering veil of judgement, catching all of us in the light.

Fatigue, from the toll of the suns rays, beating the backs of the restless. Enslaving us to enlightenment.

Burnt out. Fizzled out. No way out. No way in.

A dark tribe of dark souls, conquering the night into day. A new day. A renewed day. One day.

So I go. Into the darkness of the night. All alone. I walk each street until I find.. someone who is just like me..

Looking for some company.

My sistah’s and brutha’s, the dark souls. The shadow children. The workers of iniquity, inequality, incidents and injustice, injury and inner turmoil. Stir the pot. Keep it hot.

When my soul needs some comfort and I’ve lost the light to my way, I’ll go into the night.

Looking for someone just like me, something to feed on, somewhere to be free. Becoming the light I didn’t know I could be.

When the darkness consumes me, I gotta show it off. Shed it off. Let it out. Purge.

If the darkness waits for me, I’ll come back. To walk the shadows. Survey. Protect. Wander.

It’s a love affair, a play date, a one-night stand for all of eternity. To return. The first hug. The first wrap-up of earth and soul and creation. The first nothing, before something. The first You. The first knowing. The dance before the music.

You. The love before hate. It slipped in like a cancer and kept growing. Then you became distant and spread yourself far and wide.. across galaxies and Youniverses.

But I looked for you. I searched the darkness of the night, all alone. I walked each street until I found.. someone. Just. Like. Me.

Looking. For. Some. COMPANY.

Then I found You. In a little dark, quiet place. I’ll search until I find. It’s in a little place, unknown to most. An unforgiving place. An insecure place.

I walk each street until I find..

When I’ve walked and looked and searched, I will find myself. Amongst those souls that live for the night. That awake to the darkness of the night. All alone. That walk the streets until they find.. a home. For the restless children, stirred up, fired up. Burnt out. Weeping.

We will walk until we find.. a home for all of us.. the Children Of The Night.

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– This post was inspired by lyrics from a song with the same title.

“Children of the night” made famous by The Jones Girls, was the inspiration behind the poem, written by ReemahSoul (that’s me!).

– I wrote this poem for the “old souls”, the “starseeds”, the “indigo children”. The ones who stay up too late and think too loud. Who dream too big and lose sight of their dreams in the brightness of the day. It’s hard to see in the daytime. Your dreams glow in the dark.

..And so do You.