On some of the sweeter,
quieter moments of the night.
The stars whisper to me,
Only to get louder. Stronger
because a skyscraper is approaching.
Most of my time fights
for attention, gluttony. For lucky.
Contentment visits, consequences stay longer.
Is it “Don’t” or “Do”?
Either carry back something true.
Though those thoughts should discontinue.
The sweeter times are new.
Morning returned quiet skies blue.