Good Night No More

There's something serene about
being surrounded by muggy
marshes. The chipper from a
cricket on a tree limb. The lingering
shadows as people pass by in there
snug automobiles.

But my heart belongs to the stars
hanging loosely in the dark blue
Skies about my head. I wish...
I wish I could hang there
and forget what will await me
in the foggy mornings after
this thunderstorm parading around
in my mind becomes a rushing monsoon.

There's nothing left to say when
the world stands still. Rain drops freeze
in mid air and song birds hush their
melodies just so I can remember
what it was like to say good night
to you.

*A poem for my new friend Byron :]