Chills tapped on his spine
as the street light flickered...

The night has rested
on her exhausted shoulder...

They root themselves under the
night sky, singing odes to Luna and...

Bridges from reality to my mind
have been crashing...

My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...

I shattered my glasses
between my palms...

Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...

She fights to dig herself
out of the darkness...

I frame my words by curving the
letters smoothly, aligning them...

They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...

Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...

my heart is full tonight,
for I have been loved by a poet...