Some days I appreciate the morning sky

Some days the trees speak to me
And I feel
free

There are days where I don’t go outside

Days that I feel far away

The trees loom over me,
dark and haunting
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At night I watch the row of streetlights
waiting for one to flicker
I listen for the faint noises of traffic
amidst the quiet air

I watch the moon as if it can see me
It shines down in a crescent shape

I whisper goodnight to the empty street
Leaving behind the ghosts that surround me

I find my place in the sky
Among the stars….

Footsteps on a familiar path

The night-time glare follows

Tired eyes
Through a soft gaze
Wondering how the grass moves,
It sways

Long thoughts for a short walk

Multi-colored shoe laces
Scuffed heels
So many hidden faces
In the older trees

Quick steps

Wishing for rest
Although I like the night
The wind, I detest

Warmth I will soon find
If only a few steps more
Lest I stay outside forever
Me and my mind.

Trapped in my sorrow

No tomorrow?