Nightspeak

Goosebumps on my skin

From the cold

Screeching throught the night.

Yellow light spilling from the lamps

Contrasting the inky black

Throwing shadows on my heart.

All alone but not lonely

I can hear the trees breathe

The gossiping leaves whispering about me.

Solitude on top of the world

The moon smiling over me

As I turn my back on where I'm from.

- Carly Floyd

10/02/08