To an Anonymous Friend

The night is rife with song
Hanging by a tender thread
A cinder ready to spark
And you and I are lost
In the stream in which we flow

Laughter by the gallon
And stories in their swarms
Eddy on around us
Like a twig lost in a storm
Till land is lost from sight

But keep your eyes on the horison
Because that is where I'll stand
With my watchful eye upon you
And a cup of water in my hand

Off into the darkness
Boldly forth into the unknown
Tell me wanderer do you realise
Where it is that you are gone,
With your swaying foot-step tread?

I'll be waiting just outside
And tapping on the glass
To stave away disaster
Till danger sweeps on past
And you are not grounded.