#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
the blinking stars, the calm moon lit night
trying to speak with me
with their radiance and the dynamic expressions
the running clouds playing hide and seek
interferring in our soothing talks.
May be getting jealous of what they are...