Midnight Thoughts and Silhouettes

To be a man in this day and age
Is to be adrift in a sea of confusion and longing.
But every once in a while,
These meandering thoughts
Allow for clarity and cleansing.

These thoughts of Love and life,
Of fears and strife,
The kind of thoughts that
Will keep you up at night,
Keep you up and give you peace.

While thoughts roam the open expanses
Created in his mind's own vacuum of space
They happen upon a thought whose origin
simply cannot be traced.
For the thought originated not in the mind, but in the heart,
Nay, the very soul, the fabric of being
From whence all things claim as their motherland,
And to which all shall, one day, return.

And it is in this vast plain of existence,
In the calm offered to him from the dark
By the Almighty Creator Himself,
that life gains new perspective.
Among the flickering shadows of hope
And faith and responsibilities,
Moving through like a pack of wolves
In search of their next meal of an innocent soul
Desperate enough to invite them out of the shadows
And into the light of wisdom where they prey upon the naive.

It is in this place,
This place where midnight thoughts mingle
With the menacing silhouettes of desire and ambition,
And prospective love that today's man
Can reflect on his life in the silence
Of the thunderstorm.