I am the night,

The stars are mine,

The moon belongs to me,

I am the night.

Vibrations reaching the edge of her body,

Creating shapes to fit the beat.

Her father does not have a mouth,

Her mother only a nose.

Watching no time, but wishing it could stop.

Intense are his lips, which pressed against mine.

I’d like to fly, have the freedom of a bird.

Cross the oceans and the land, spirited away.

The flames of a fire pull the strings in my mind.

The starry night sky, will make magic happen.

The world displays beauty, chosen by the beholder.

Happiness falls into the arms of those who believe.

Emotions are forced to the limits of complexity.

Surrounded simply by wonder I provoke no answer.

L.Mytton, June 2010