Sleepless Nights

They have started to look the same to me,
These nights of no sleep,
The times I venture up the stairs.
Each of these times,
I see the moon shining in the window,
Looking out, I see the town laid out in cool light.
Shadows are deeper, and sound carries further.
I think to myself on these nights,
We lie to ourselves as adults,
We say that everything is just as it is in the daytime.
My mind and heart tell me differently,
For something could lurk in those shadows,
Laid out in the cold light of the impersonal moon.
I imagine many things, from other people,
All the way, in these late night fancies,
To trolls, and mystical creatures,
Only allowed to roam on the night of the full moon.
I stand and gaze out the window,
Thankful on these moonlit nights
There is a pane of rational glass between me and outside.