Nighty

She's like a new layer of flavor
still....and reserved
peaceful.calming.unconcerned

She only shows when it's dark and cold
but a chilly middle night is the brightest her face glows
The way she floats through lights on boats and streets
Lighthouse lover and concrete needs

You're really just a cloud - a big big cloud
who's fallen down into a silenced. stolen sound

sh!h!h!h!

Listen. I hear her....
her voice is all surrounded me
she's creepin down the street
she see's me - she's founded me

the sound's quiet key - path unknowing
every audible voice is so tiny
teenci-weenci-itty-bitty-little
that their effect impacts and slides and glides through the air molecules
through the middle

She seeps into my marrow when I close my eyes
and walks with me - in me - beside my side
She adores my kind - tickles my spine
cradles the stormiest screams of my mind

Holding my hands and taking a walk
through the smiling light in a winter night's fog
talking.whispers.silent-lippers.shiver-nippers.and little-dippers

Her kiss is still on my cheek
mmmm
like an icy slope frozen steep into a
deep.deep.deep.deep
sleep....