He stood there in the dark of night
holding forth a torchlight
staring into the dark
all that could be heard was a bark
of a dog in the neighbour’s yard
yet there he stood still in the dark.
He kept on holding on to the light
as it flickered in the ground
he did not flash it towards the sound
of what could be steps on the marshes
he just kept on standing still
never moving, never flinching
just a man in the dark of night.
Lost was he in the death of the night.
Or was he looking for a sight?
one could not tell but wonder
was he a man or a dead soul
standing forth in this ungodly hour?
Searching for something in the night
Like the rest of the souls wandering the streets
Looking for a familiar thing lost