Rain and Night
The night is a torrent and it bends and breaks with the blaring and boisterous silence. I wish for you to sit and speak. To tear holes and engulf them with words and knowledge. Of the endless onyx sky and the reality of existence in debated terms. To quiet my mind and open my eyes to the murmur of your sweet voice and soft sounds. Take my mouth and sweep my hair into a swinging dance of laughter and smiles. Let the rain patter on dry roofs while we play our songs, humming along. The dark void of the night is calm, beating in tune with the drips and drops. Yearning for the touch of wet mouths and thundering music. I wish for you to sit and sing. Tell me the tale of how it all began.
By DimDiscover-Writer