sketching words
Past witching hour
the chants on the streets recede
into the blackness of an equatorial night.
Alone on the balcony,
I can see dreams rising to the sky
to join the hidden stars.
Past witching hour
the chants on the streets recede
into the blackness of an equatorial night.
Alone on the balcony,
I can see dreams rising to the sky
to join the hidden stars.