You remind me of the night
In the silence that surrounds me
Even in the cold breeze that bites
Inscrutable as it may be
The luminous crescent moon
The proud scintillating stars
I was without swooned
With each passing hour
Like the night that held stories
I was lost in such sweet reverie
Though I could never fathom
How a dark and cold night
Can make such chaos into art
And make everything seem bright
Like a blazing sun scorching through my heart
YOU ARE READING
Familiar Strangers
Poetry"How did we end up like this?" "Like what?" "Like two familiar strangers."
