[ IP ] Park bench at night

A park bench sits alone at night 
 
 Who comes out this far in the night? 
 
 A park bench sits alone at night 
 
 -or is it alone, or is it alive? 
 
 A park bench invites the alone at night 
 
 Do you dare take this seat, do you dare tempt the night? 
 
 A place of solace. A place of rest. A place of intrigue. The night stirs leaves around me, yet I face the same. Why are you to join me, in this time ill-suited for life? Why is your warmth, your beating heart, your ephemeral soul, upon my seat, stealing my place? 
 
 This is my home. The night knows no company, keeps no friends. This is my place. 
 
 Ah, then I am you 
 
 What? 
 
 The night is my home too 
 
 But I have no life 
 
 Do you not whisper in the wind, do you not alight the glowing eyes of the curious under your deep hued blanket? Are you not joined by that otherlife, that life which knows no light, yet shines bright with your moon to keep company? 
 
 But I have no warmth 
 
 Does your chill not carry with it the warmth of loneliness, the warmth of peace and solitude, the warmth of oneself and one soul sharing with that grand soul a secret of the universe? 
 
 But I have no soul 
 
 Does your silence not lay a weight upon the ground, silencing the bustle of the day, the toil of the myopic man, liberating that which seeks the unnatural natural to know freedom unchecked, freedom unrestrained, freedom liberated? Does not your soul share the calling of mine, the calling of silence as canvas to paint upon it the colors of the enternal, to fill this world so rushed and hurried with my self and the self of those like minds? 
 
 Your life, your soul, your warmth; they are mine too 
 
 Your whisper, your peace, your darkness; they are mine too 
 
 You are my companion in this play; my guiding intuition in this existence 
 
 You are the otherside, the otherlife, that which is yet to be known 
 
 And I sit myself in the unknown 
 beside you 
 To share in your mystery 
 
 A park bench sits alone at night 
 
 Never alone, always joined 
 
 The sad song sings merry on the wind
