Walking in the night

I am standing at the river looking in the blue,
about what's in it I have no clue.
Darkness shrouds the riverbank,
call me either weird or crank.
But I'm standing in the middle,
at the elements riddle.
Solving it is beyond my reach,
something no men can teach.
The forest seems to be calling to me,
'welcome you have much to see'
Curiousity lifts my foot,
and I am stepping forward in a strange mood.
Walking further into the night,
walking till the new dawn brings light.