When the stars are twinkling
and the air is so crisp to highlight woodsmoke snaking through the valley
as well as my cheeks
This heart is set a flutter
by the beauty of these quiet moments.
In between illuminated spaces.
In between the men that don't fit in and the steady plodding ones.
In between the the thick hot nights and the nights filled with longer hours.
It is here this tired but strong dream smiles quiet relief to rest in a moment.
That seems more than enough... for now.
For a dreamer night's the only time of day.
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