what comes at night

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.


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s