Specks of dust
on an ebony veil.
Tiny sparks
dancing in the wind.
A night of silence,
an abrupt whisper,
a slowly moving car;
the passing of time
Music in a child's voice,
warmth in the cigarette's blaze,
strength in the passing shadow,
contentment in every breath.
Lost in my own thoughts,
sinking in the depths.
The fraility of my memory
makes this night's unrest!
