I’m Not Alone: Notes of an Online Journal

”I’m Not Alone”
 
In my walks I chase blue skies at night
When the living of day go inside.
In the hopes it was fantasy’s flight,
And the evening, when I come alive.
 
And my every care gone with the sun
As the cool air of dusk starts to spin.
With a soft touch of breezes undone
That exhale hyacinth I breathe in.
 
All about the stars wheel thru’ the trees
Linking hands in a park on my own.
Rustled whisper of tender new leaves
To remind me that I’m not alone.
 
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019