Poetic Night

Tonight I walked along the edge of the park to hear the trees discuss my presence with the wind. A small moon swam in a twilight sky with her starry companions who chased away the sleepy sun. The gravel crunched below my feet forming a counter melody with the singing insects, and the slight smell of rain echoed the last strains of the day's thunderous symphony.

Sometimes I am the twilight: neither day nor night, coming yet going. Restful, wistful, comforted, lonely, existing, dying, breathing, flying.