Night sounds

night sounds

I heard them then
not knowing
in my youth,
what muffled sounds
had meant.
Another rhythm of the night.

I hear him now
creeping, pacing,
room to room.
Hide under the sheet
he'll pass me by-
not knowing I breathe.

I hear them always
little breaths,
little feet,
little pieces of light.
the light for me to see
in the dark of night.

I still hear him
in my mind.
My thoughts can't block him out.
But not my heart;
I keep
for little pieces of light.