Night Weather

Night weather may as well be starlight

Spiral of old spirits calling me 

to pathways straight as an arrow

Finding my footing easy and clean

Walking in silver 

Breathe easy

Breathe

I look so nice 

but I would not photograph at all

An old power

You would have to be here to witness 

my perfect beauty bathed in the laughter of the heavens

Sail with me across this meadow of stars