On this summer's night, I sit and smoke, admiring the trees and stars.
The beauty of it all brings about glistening golden thoughts of life.
On the garage rooftop I sit with little thought, winding down.
The day has brought about a brisk sense of accomplishment.
Solitude stands as a blessing in my perpetual admiration of the world in view.
The dimly lit culdesac glimmering from the embossed reflective granules.
The trees swaying in chaotic syncopation, dancing to Earth's pulse.
Darkened yards, shading stories of families come and past, or here to stay.
How complex and intriguing, or perhaps dark, would the stories be, if they could be told?
All of this maze of introspective insight makes me think of another phenomenon.
The caring marvel whom embraces my soul with warmth, despite her distance.
Even the most exquisite night on my garage can not compare to such a pre-eminent angel.
As innocent as the day I met her, she continues to linger in my dreams.
More precious than all the worldly possessions could ever be; she spans beyond value.
Her special gift of always succeeding in making me smile lifts my feet off the ground.
Her spontaneous, spunky bits of individuality and uplifting kindness are her traits only.
All of these thoughts overwhelm my mindset, causing me to ignite my inferno of longing.
In haste, all verbal thought implodes, leaving only the image of she shining down.
The stars seemed to have amassed together to form one bright hypnotic portrait.
I stain the image to my brain in hopes that I can see her for just that much longer.
But in time the night fades into dreams and spirals succinctly to another summer day.



- Danny Wharton

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