The night gave me his shirt
And solace and comfort
I could stare at his face
All night long
And expose my secrets how
He gifted me solace
From mundane encumbrances
For most part exacerbated by
That cantankerous bitch known as day.
Her piercing eyes
Questioning everything
Intent on making me sweat
You cannot excise the truth mom
Just ask nicely maybe?
Why do you like him more you ask
I can walk his streets
Dark it maybe
Safe to brandish out my scattered self
And lick the ice cream off my hand
Streets sparse with kindred spirits
Silent whispers
Ready to let me in
On their simmering secrets
Once the sunlight sets in
The clocks get reset
The same souls turn back into harsh humans
&
Atone for yesterday’s falter
With my back broken
I limp through the day
And surrender to my dear father
He puts on his twinkling smile
Reserved only for these special nights
And snuggles his daughter
The travails of the day seem far away
If only for these few hours.
"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" took this Toad's prompt to heart and the results are for yours to see.
