Later Than Usual

Later Than Usual Stars are out tonight wheeling sky across blue bright satellites glancing up distance shading trees to silhouette pinpoints lighting leaves echoing in wavering branch Fluid mist forms breath into bark ahead trees float in orange tinted neon fixed to the ground a cloud of motion approaching formed by sculptured nature kissed beauty by its rapture Revolving to see celestial above rotating cycle beneath the wood and upward pointing the aiming torch light just to site a tiny focused reality returning this my flash fed battery laughing at seeming inadequacy of aiming my light at the stars Stumbling in the gloom dampened grass throngs these steps these whispering nouns of light cosset us meandering back to our rooms passing trees thinking of you wishing to be by your side Knowing sees with such intuitive ease between scattered enigmatic and sky listening between leaves to a language as it breaths implementing all of this it would seem even the warmth between our hands These crisp clear nights can be so full filled with so much more undiminished it endures but still feels detracted without you Yet this walk home is later than usual imparting some essence of sentience delicately you hang in your eyes voicing a listening readily recognised this space reverberating through me every inch of you in the stillness of the night