He comes in the still of the night.
He makes no sound at all.
I don’t know why he’s come
or when he’s going.
He calls my name ever so softly
He wants me to come out
I open the window
But I can not see him
He is hiding in the shadows
He keeps calling my name
His voice a soft as silk
I sit on the ledge of my window
wondering what to do
I’m afraid I might fall
He senses what I’m feeling and
he reaches out
I can only see his hand but I take it
not knowing what to do.
I somehow find myself on the ground
Only knowing that I will never see anyone again.
We walk of into the woods
never to be seen again.