one night,
alone outside,
the unnatural,
warm air
holding up the dark sky.
stars glistening
like tears
or dew upon the grass.
longing to pull the crutain of sky down,
and wrap it around my shoulders,
wings,
to take me places,
see people,
hear the music of life,
the pavement was dry,
cool,
rough,
my firm hold on
reality,
do we dream it?
quiet trees
solemnly turning
arms up,
welcoming
the sliver of
moon.