Night is like velvet
Smoother than the tangible moss
Thoughts flow into dreams
In a green jungle.

Only bugs recite silent poetry of
Sleepy souls inside sleepless nights.

Some take nights for granted
Drive big black cars
Love rushes
Wake up next to strangers
Feel purity that's gone.

Stories, images, bright lights
Many friends left behind
Dreams matched
Left on different directions
Just remembered songs
Good times no sunshine.

Mind wonders about the moon's silence
Silent lakes beside waterfalls
Lines rhyme
Like songs of bats
They threaten to drink blood
In the silent after hours of dreams
Loneliness,

Felt smoothness of the sleepy moss
Knowing sun would soon shine
Early dawn would open doors
To a ragged highway of night's dawn,

Eventually time to rest comes...