Night Wind

The dark and gray shades Are flown by the wind, With an orange glow imparted By the far away street lights.

I walk through this wind, With nothing but the sound Of the rustling leaves, As the murky trees sway With the flow of the wind.

I feel this wind pass through me, As cool drops of a light drizzle, Fall on my face, Presenting a peaceful ease, To my soul.

I stand and close my eyes, To be lost, far away, In my dreams, And letting the wind flow me To an unknown fantasy.

Soon the wind lightens to A soothing breeze, and Drops become daring, As I keep dousing In my dreams.