The night gives birth to freedom.As you sleep,
Wild in the grass.
I inhale the ocean breeze
and blow it out like smoke, It’s almost tangible.
The moon is the god of the sky
the grass stains on my knees are symbolic of my humility.
I give the moon me
And in return I am given infinity.
The deep blue and black
that stretches across the sky. Lukewarm it envelops me, sifting through my fingers.
I smile at its sweetness
and yearn to know its secrets lurking behind the heavy dense curtain.
So I listen and learn
until light blot outs the dark, Bringing complexity of the daytime.
Morning is melancholy
the rising sun causes shadows and a gnawing nostalgia.