The Gentle, Wise Night

The clouds speak in lyrical cause,

Whispering, waltzing, words in my ears,

So soft, I barely can hear.

Like wisdom to my soul, I walk

Away from the damn-est of men,

Every time a failing heartache.

But It's a beautiful night, a softened breeze. 

I'll lay here now, wind in my dark hair, 

and I'll thank the Gods I breathe.