I can see the afterglow of memories,
Twitsted and tangled deep within the constelations
that dance outside my window.
2 AM has never tasted so sweet to me.
I watch the fireflies support the shadows
as they filter through the night skies,
like twinkling lights.
A show put on for only my eyes.
and I yearn to be as free as them one day.
In the midnight hours,
my sky is brilliant,
Never dilluted by city lights,
Where you can count the stars on your finger tips.
I'm one of the few that can tell you what it's like to really breathe.
Inhaling breaths of moonlight,
Exhaling cool winter air.
It's in the evening that I can truly feel alive.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh, hauntingly beautiful...achingly so.
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Your poem leaves me feeling hopefull. Thank you. -Manatee
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