What can be seen with the eyes is interpreted by the mind. I told myself that on so many a lonely evening as I strolled down the narrow, empty streets seeking what I could not see but knew existed in the darkness. The city was asleep. The sky was high and bright, adorned with the stars and their consuming constellations putting needle holes in the black void that is this warm evening. The moon was a crescent. Quite bright it would seem, you know, at times the moon seems to glow with greater luminescence at its lower phases than when it is full. That is the way it seemed to me tonight. A dull glow seemed to illuminate the buildings and streets, compounded by the shadows that existed or my eyes put together as they danced across the variety of structures in some strange dance that beckoned me closer as if I could join them. They would fade and dance away as I approached, but to follow them seemed pointless for I could never get close enough. I would walk in circles chasing the dark women who seemed to want for my attention but would never reciprocate my attention. The wind blew softly, a siren song that carried my weight, moved my feet and kept my heart pumping with anticipation for that clarity that seemed to exist in the heavens but was lost in my mind somewhere which seemed as intangible as the dark women who danced in circles around and around my now motionless body. I do believe my name was called, as the wind sung somewhat in a stronger more base pitch. I hear it slightly as a hiss as I turn my head about and about and the dark women dance and the sky mocks me with a clarity and beauty I will never find. How I longed for some foliage, so I induced movement and my feet promptly carried me to the park at the center of town. It too was dark, obviously, and the dancing was frenetic as the tree tops swayed in the dance that the wind provided. My name again, into the dark dance I entered. The ground was soft, my footprints were audible as I made my way in. The dancing of the dark women now moved too quickly to take in their individuality, a mass of feminine form of shadow swirling faster and faster as the wind picked up and the trees moaned in the burden of their sway. I found a bench, sat down and took it all in. I could still see in all in my mind as my eyes closed tightly as I could now feel the dark women caressing my face. Oh how it was so alluring. That song of wind passing through the canopy, the deep moan of the trees and the dancing women I could now see moving about on the darkened inside of my closed eye lids. They were very close and I could now see them more clearly than when my eyes were open. Dark hooded dress, pale complexion. Raven haired beauties they were indeed as I saw them dance. Their hair as I could see it from beneath their hoods. It seemed to be attempting to pull away from them like the arms of the unfortunate as the grasped for the moon light, the stars, anything but those pale, dark eyes beauties. I found I couldn’t stand, I didn’t even know if I was sitting anymore. My eyes would not open and my limbs no longer moved. As I heard my name called one final time, echoing through the chasm of my ever tiring mind I let myself go. I succumbed to the song, the dance the clarity I now felt, and slept. Come dawn, there was no sunlight, no signs of a new day. Just the dance upon the inside of my forever closed eyelids and a want for those beautiful dark women.