i will miss the camaraderie, imaginative ideas, and all things beautiful that happen in the night.
this is how i feel when i hangout with these two particular friends:
we are the dreamers
the nighttime bandits
the sleepless wanderers.
we are the gusty breeze that whispers through trees
the flickers of light that sparkle on leaves
we are the hoos and haas of the whipping wind.
we bend the branch
swaying to and fro
as the life of night consumes our souls.
twinkling chimes echo through cavernous minds.
is it the night that guides us
illuminating thoughts in a mystical glow?
we beg for sleep
fear for daylight
but find good company in our hazy shadow wanderings.