Awake
by the flickering candle
feeling your chest heaving gently in the darkness
bare and glistening
dying

Watching the whispering moon at its act
grinning evilly through the cracks of the roof
daring us to look
hoping to steal the show
just before daybreak

Dark whistles in the night
Deep resting dreams
And stories of some memories

Every moment well spent
in the cover of that silence
resting softly
quiet after the journey
adamant for more adventure
and gripping our rims
ever so tightly
acquiescent while––