OF MUSINGS

I. Come let us sit under the sky on a starry night

And watch as the stars twinkle their sweet, not-so-bright lights

Our beings fully drowned in the awesomeness of it all

For out of the cells we have locked ourselves, nature calls

II. Or maybe walk in the rain as the heavens wash away

Bitter and perhaps sweet memories that haunt us each day

Taking each memory away at the roar of the thunder

Draining whatever drains us and putting it asunder

III. Or would standing in the way of the swift wind do?

Would she take the old things and bring the things of new?

Or would she just brush my face as she passes by?

Mumbling a hasty ‘Hello’ and a toneless ‘Bye’