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
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2006
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