night.

3am silence fills my mind with recollections.

the wet street is a painting--ever changing as I move through a forest of light.

my breath coming out in clouds that disappear around my lips.

i wrap my mind in starlight and drops of rain.

i rest in the glow of the dashboard.

an orange sky peeks through the window, casting shadows that make all seem more lovely.

fresh ink on white pages and my hair in a mess.

the ticking of the clock rhymes with my breathing.

this is my friend--night.