Thursday, August 25, 2011

Night.

There is but one time for me,

and that time is night,

Nothing better to see,

Than the star's bright light,

Chills on my spine,

From winds unseen,

Blink of a firefly,

Like a flash of citrine,

The cool dark grass,

Collecting it's dew,

Have to lay down,

Run my fingers through,

Look up to the sky,

Wonder what it means,

To be alive,

To have these dreams,

Feel relaxed,

Like I haven't in years,

Stare at the stars,

At all of God's tears.

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