Behind my closed lids lights strobe The flickering of the streetlamp Or the twinkle of the stars Perhaps the uneven thump of my heart Echoing the throb of your veins Reverberating in my head upon your arm This racing that belies our even breaths Mingling in the cold sea breeze That is charged with more than silence Broken by a sudden salvo across the ocean Lights blossom in the darkness Reflecting in the inky waters The brilliance is startling As the night sky is painted in colours So is this night we are sharing.
I hate that I get moody very often and sometimes there's just nothing I can do; always grateful for friends who drive out in the middle of the night to save me from myself.