I remember the silence of the night, crickets chirping in the bush.
Slow flashes from monstrous cars,
waltzing by on the dark road.
Absolute silence, what peace under those skies!
Heat from the concrete below,
silent summer breeze above.
An embalming effect of the night.
Conversations with stars,
at those after hours.
Thus there goes the night, into the light.
Do i relinquish control on myself when i remember someone and miss that person to the extremes? This is something I have always been questioning to myself. I do not say i am thinking entirely correct
Swift breeze is what one requests, It’s the night when you begin the quest. Strolls and walks breathless, The talks endless. Creatures murmuring besides me, Wanting to go past by to see. Whatsoever it