At night I think of ancient ruins and how the stars glitter real bright. I imagine stories…
the happy ones, the sad ones – the ones I won’t forget.
I roll around fighting
the urge to laugh out loud
because in the silence I hear the soft sound
of the many waters rushing, pouring and running through the ground.
When my heart finally settles
when the giggling finds its stop,
I listen quietly
to my beating heart.
Then I know, I am still alive as I rest my eyes for the night.