A spent night is when the sky silhouettes everything in darkness.
The only light that remains to satisfy is the thought of comforts and security.
Without distractions, without tangents.
A solid thought that is not independent of the world,
but instead comforts the heart and warms the soul that our little world is whole.
Our eyes always see the weakness, the flaws, the things that kill a hope for the world so softly,
like a small doubt that grows as long as it continually to glow until it has consumed and countered.
But this is an established night.
A foundation that remains unrocked until the eyes fall deeply and the body slumbers at this finale. Soul deeply. So deeply.
Nature breathes cold breaths.
Cold nights with stars bright.
The moon, she shines with prominence, with such light.
Mother's touch is so gentle, this nature.
A gentleness that this grass has developed, has enveloped, into my skin.
So soft that it willows, it sways forth and back.
Swayed, I must say. To stay, until the Sun gives a new day.
How lovely has this night been.
I spew my infatuation to this nature.
Of this nature that continues to give.
To give a day to spend and a night to ascend.
Ascend into the ground of this nature, I stay. I'll stay.
Comments (1)
you know, this is actually kinda nice. you should leave the theory-ish thing behind and try fiction, i think you would do good :]