January | 2015 | All things grow⧋

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In the silent glow of moonlight

Speckling of stars transpire

Earth stands still except the eerie dance of breath

It curls and dissipates out of reach

Submissive is my heart, sinking into my chest

Sublime moment of peace

I am smaller, my mind at rest

In the darkest hour

The air is lingering and frigid,

It is far past the midnight hour

But your arms surround me like the stream of a warm shower

Yet, I am alone.

I inhale the perfume

Damp grass and wet bark, reminiscent of an April spring morning

Looming day peaking over the tree tops

The matured moonlight is lucent,

The morning bird’s mellifluous song is soaring

The overcast in my cognizance creeps away like the night’s fog-

Very slowly

I exhale the numbing vapour of a cigarette

As a soft orchestra of trumpets and drums permeate through me

I am overwhelmed with content and melancholy

And I am with you.