Poetry

Night Faces.

As I sit by the window.
I hear the crickets.
The birds quietly chirping.
The heart beat of nature.
Everyone is sleeping.
Lost souls are still wandering.
They're the night owls of life.
They're like vampires you may say.
I say they're in love with the moon.
The stars.
Full of life.
Full of love.
Lonely hearts are still awake.
Sitting all alone in their room.
Screaming every sad song.
Hoping for a quiet ending.
A lost hope.
The vibing souls so alive.
Singing and dancing.
Dreaming of love.
Painting the world such a pretty color.
Smiling oh so graciously.
The faces of night.
So beautiful.
So free.