NoW GeTTiNg Bz WiTh FaMiLy MoSt Of ThE TiMe....
The gentle cool breeze blows
causing goosebumps to rise,
while the rustling of the leaves,
allows you to hear the arcane converse,
amongst the exposed trees, this night.
The moonlight beams cast everywhere,
from the minuscule black bird
to the cropping field next door.
Relaxation slowly takes over,
becoming more entrapped every moment.
The soft lullabies of the owl
fills my heart to content.
As I gaze into the shimmering night,
seeing what I know is the past,
I become frozen where I am.
Passion grows inside of me
which cannot be explained.
Although the chilly air i