Wondering

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,

sweet chocolate,

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

wondering...

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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