After Hours

The night the wind...blew The sky turned grey from blue As birds felt free fond of a feeling Their feathers often knew To such a night I give a smile Flowers dance for a while Before the moon illuminates The sun descends in style The soil combs it's grassy hair A chlorophylic perm is rare Sly, smooth, and still the night owl sits With sober eyes that stare Simplistic stars sign autographs With scientific math Teaching the souls that see them shine A constellations' path Behind the light the dark stood still Upon a hallow hill Delighted with the dawn of dreams And memories to fill As birds felt free fond of a feeling Their feathers often knew The sky turned grey from blue The night the wind...blew