SPEAKING TO THE DEAD

Speaking to the dead:  I was jealous of the night that distracted you from me until I joined you in the near silence and listened to night seal the dramas of the day and open others, and mumble all manner of wisdom in its sleep.

Most of us are not reclusive, but many, like you, like me from apprenticeship,  are loners, physically touched intimately by a few people in life, touched in general by a few more who shine light in our direction, but  untouched by the masses except when being in a crowd necessitates it.  Solitude of night enables thought, so is a good teacher of patience, tolerance, gentleness--   possibilities for those who would not use darkness as cover  for ill deed and excuse for embitterment to expand and expound an open mind.