1 Apr 2005
second gear
Another night. Another day. At midnight the line often blurs.
So does your eye - that has seen more than its share during the waking hours and longs to shut away the day that was.
The rain beats a pleasant beat on the panes - but you are achingly dry inside the glass palace. Your mind's eye pictures the sights and sounds that lie beyond - the scent of the clouds on wet earth, the tickle of the breeze on your nose tip.The arms of a lover who knows every curve.
The twinkle of gray buildings that come to life when deprived of day, the rhythm of traffic that has no agenda.
The world is in second gear at this hour of night...and you reach out to touch that perfection that drops just beyond your fingertips.
Current Mood: Mooney
Current Music: rhydhun
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