Reaching out into the darkness of night
I count the flickering stars,
and watch the leaves dance like flames
glowing in the moon's silver light.
The wind runs its cool fingers through my hair,
making me shiver as it touches my exposed skin.
I can hear the music playing in the world around me
the wailing and the strumming of guitars,
the rythmic beating of drums and bass,
the hum of the string sections,
the trumpeting of the brass,
I hear so much in this silence.
My lungs fill with the sweet smell of wet earth,
the cooling burn of the pine needles.
Memories of bitter coffee,
the smell of burning wood
from the crackling camp fire.
I find nothing and yet
I find everything.
All memories long gone,
as I stare up at the night sky