I reach out to touch you
And you retreat into the nocturnal day
Like a scared boy hiding behind trees
Thinned by the night
You hide behind burlap bags of coffee bean
And peek out between slats of wooden crates
Down by the docks
You are the boy that runs in the twilight
Shape-shifting like girls shape-shift
When they want to be noticed
But you fold around corners like paper
And avoid light
As if it were
An unfriendly face
Night is your home
Night is when you talk with the owls
And alley cats
And the rats that tell you where to find a good meal
And night is the quiet that shines you your moon
And whispers you dreams
When you are young
Roland Hardy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-touch-you-when-you-are-young/
