It starts to become dusk
and I begin to breathe
as the orchid night air fills my lungs.
with a flash of your smile
I begin to shine beaming the Skye.

and that smile lingers upon me
gently caressing the recesses of my soul
softly, powerfully, and quite profoundly
soothing away the night's chilling fog,
as if ushered off by a beautiful Star.

The north is calling me.
I can feel it in the breeze.
It whispers a song of homecoming.
So that I can be born again.
To be peace with the surroundings around me.

If only to relax for a while in a grove of serenity,
and not reflect upon the what nots and why fors
the tedious how comes and where froms..
just to listlessly indulge upon the beauty
of the Willows who'd dance to the Rain's beat...

To smell Honeysuckle in the warm air
as I hear the pitter-patter of Rain's beat
upon a drum that is earth
and be one with something magnificent
is a gift in itself..
As I hear the Skye calling the North Star home.

Ah, but to feel Summer's breeze genuinely..
Lust is such a sweetly spiked word, when it comes to these things
Where in our world can have so many Viscous Evils,
To be in the center of that smile in it's full grandeur,
and to feel at peace in this breath taking night..

Sometimes it may seem we're in a wonderland of hysteria.
Dancing upon stars whilst holding
our favorite dolls that we've named Anna
to keep us safe from the bone chills
of our inner demons.

And as if a gift from Nike herself, this night settles in
Permeating the soul and granting sweet rapture...
For we owe our tragic lives to books
that we venture into;
to live deep within ourselves.