Reid@YWP

I often sit under the moonlight and listen to what the night has to offer; 

Sometimes it offers more than you think. 

I listen to the soft rustling of the leaves, 

A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch 

A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched 

Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue 

As we are both up in the cosmos

Both wearing dresses of silk and satin

We happen to bump into each other

I see in your eyes a vision

Of an entire galaxy as one

Cigarette smoke

Low in the air

Filling lungs along with the smell

Of fried things, that shouldn’t be fried

Screams fill the night, lit up with rides

Riiiiing riiiiing