Nights Wind

Standing outside,
Alone on my porch
Enjoying the perfection of the night.

The wind talks to the trees
Whispering its deceptive secrets
As relentless rain
Patters down from the heavens above.

The bitter, musty smell of the night.
One of the few simple pleasures
Of life.

I finally feel free
Standing here alone.
Away from the constant nagging world.
Away from everything hell has to offer.

A breeze blows by
Grasping my hair, pulling it along.
Begging it to join the wind’s carefree life.

With a simple shiver,
I step back into the box they call my room.
With not but a memory
Of the nights wind.