Travel Hymn

thoughts

 

Sitting perched atop this banister

With nothing but the chirp of crickets

The low hum of some sweet melody playing

The tree branches slightly shaking in disapproval at me,

And the slow sound of the paper burning around my cigarette to keep me company.

 

The wind barley has enough might to rustle the leaves on that silly tree

There will be no chimes heard tonight.

There has to be more to this…

Start shoot towards my atmosphere as I stare up wondering…

..but there isn’t. I’m okay with that, if only for tonight.

 

Opaque reminisces of dreams filter into my head

The tree still gently shakes at me

I look up thinking:

No regrets, I’ve done nothing wrong

 

“Do what feels right and f**k the consequences. You can worry about them later”

I’ve gotten alone fine with that thus far.

The silence and chilled air fills and flutters around me.

My shadow mocks my every move

But not even you, dear shadow, have the power to judge me now.

 

The low hum fades out

The crickets stop

The ash drifts down to the dirt

And the chime finally rings one long melodic tone

To signify the end of my night as the sun starts its ascent.

Author's Note

just tell me what you think