I belong to the night, to the stars and moon in all her glory.
My soul dives to the farthest reaches of space. Swimming free in the expanse of darkness before it.
Senses come to life, the faintest cricket chirp is like a symphony. And the dew forming on the grass is sweater then anything I've smelled before
Cold yet safe, exciting and mundane. The night sparks inside a frenzy of colors I frantically cling to in her latest hours.
That God sculpted light that hangs above. Ignites songs in lovers and wanderers alike, as she guides them down their path
I belong to the cricket chirps, to the the dew, to the mystery, the galaxies above, I belong to the night and all her sweetest colors
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Drabbles From My Mind
PoetrySo my friend told me that I should.....so here's a book of poetry I wrote. Please don't laugh. All rights reserved. This is my original work.
