A Night, With the Stars

We spent the night— once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic folk steps in duple time to a wild swaying. To enjoy life, be totally free. A lover, friends and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with them. They wanted loud music and the exotic juices of an Agape plant, I preferred a peaceful night. Still we partied, with the ungentle winds and my sentiments. The snapping chimes of woods in lit and the boozes took us down the field, presenting the earth and the sky. I watched the night, with drunken eyes. Ah, there were the stars and me and the options yet decided. The stars easily had it, and I dazedly winkled, welcoming them into my world.