Night | Poetry

Walking down solemn streets at night,

dusk stretching across the indigo sky,

I look up to see the shimmer of stars.

Stars so bright, so foreign, from where I grew up.

They glow in the night, mesmerizing,

asking me to ponder on when I saw them, but never quite like this.

It is here, strolling slowly, I think of you.

The warmth of our hands embracing

as we talk softly of things shared and whispered among others’ ears.

Here they are new again, unfolding, gleaming the mystery of you.

Only the richness of thoughts sustain this moment, but it is no matter;

my chest swells regardless,

my body warms from memories,

and my smile makes the stars envious in the night.

I walk on for miles, welcoming this moment,

enjoying the refreshingly warm evening,

and creatively detouring on to new streets.

This, an obvious attempt at prolonging my eventual arrival home.

Even once I arrive,

the thoughts of you follow,

and I want to be in your arms…

curled, nestled, warm

kissing you, held by you

waiting for the next time I see you.