Cool breeze, whisper the stars’ memories to me,
and keep me in this state of forgetful eternity
when my problems are expelled into the night’s starry pathway.
These lovely sonnets that the stars sing tonight
brighten the black in timeless droplets of light
as I pray the pink sunrise of morning will cease to come my way.
Because, hidden amongst the wanderlust, wispy trees
are glimpses of life’s secrets, slowly revealed to me,
yet are elusive, they disappear, in the hurried, hustling world of the day.
Yes, another nighttime poem, if you couldn’t already tell 🙂
—NaPoWriMo poem #2