Embrace the storyteller within
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide
the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation
of the clouds intrigues me as much
as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky
Night so calm, breeze so warm,
the almost distinct sound of homebodies
nestling in their couch, a distant sound
TV voices in the background
from afar, clinking glasses, wooden chairs
from closing bars
Some dog walkers rush, some just stroll
and I’m in the middle of both
palm trees’ fronds, like feathers float
reaching the moon that shines bright
gently touching my face with its light
My silhouette fades away the closer I get
to the dark, and the night’s falling on me
like autumn leaves on the moist grass
Christmas lights still hanging from trees
paint the perfect scenery
And I just breathe,
looking at an empty street
with just me.
If I put it in a painting,
will you see the stillness,
smell the floral scent with your eyes?
And if I use my words instead,
will you let your imagination fly,
be transported in, walk by my side?
