Self-Reflection At Night

Walking through this star-lit grove taking in the sights. Find a spot to rest my head and speak up to the night. Tell her of my hopes and dreams; My wishes; My desires. Tell her whispered secrets spoken slow while they transpire. Speak to her and listen close, her breeze will whisper back. A breath of wind lulls me to sleep as starlight fades to black. Awake unto the light of dawn and find your night time love has gone Only to return again when the Sun ceases to call upon Today.