As It Comes
Have you ever felt a southern night?
The warm moonlight baptizes your skin
As you quickly befriend the ground.
Your ears are clasped by the choir
Of sycamores as the breeze runs its
Fingers through your hair.
Your mind grows legs and walks
Away from worry and fear.
To fall asleep would disappoint-
Because no dream can flood your
Body like this soft, southern night.
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