rhythmical harmony

       

the night sky sings for our souls.

the echoes i feel....floats

 like dandelions

in a fresh,

 mid.day

 air

‘tis

more

worth of

 eloquence

-to let  not-

any word flow

from our furrows.

for the smooth collision of our noses

(as we taste each other’s lips)

retorts

words’

 ineptness

for expression

of our ambivalent

 painsandreliefs.

are we not oblivious

with most of the moments

that we express our nocturnal craze?

are we not liars licking the nape of tact

the moment we lose our backs in the light

in the stillness of the harmony of the night.