It is not light, it is light's absence
that truly does reveal us
flick a switch, turn on a light
the light that does conceal us

Call it God or call it Zeus
I'll call it nature's mother
that wants us to be in the dark
to look upon our other

I'll walk the roads of neighborhoods
'neath streetlights' pools of light
that illuminate- then set me free
to travel through the night

My companion is a voice I hear
I heed its every word
for when the sun unleashes light
that voice cannot be heard