The city lights twinkle like the stars
In dark, starry sky.
Alone is a nice place to be...

For only a second,
As you blow away across the blue satin lake,
Won't you look over your shoulder?

I'll wait here
For I've come as far as these treacherous, dancing waters will let me.
Even further.

The midnight blue wins the heart
Of the wild, dark and dancing sunset.
The winds shall blow again...

                                        ~ Wordsmith