The moon shines full to dully light my steps. I walk, quietly, through the dark cold night, Alone, Again, As usual. But somehow this bothers me little: Mutch like the cold; It is there, a quiet acheing, But nothing unbearible, And at times, even quite plesent. I gaze at the soft stars, And watch my breath as I travel down the path I have chosen. Hoping someday, near the dawn, I will meet another wery traveler, Who is going my way, That they may walk beside me Into the light and heat of the day.