After The Night

Solitary sighs releasing stresses that once notted the core. Bracing each second into a million missed oppurtunities. The air is thick with the aroma of inner triumph and shattered doubt. The clouds etched so crisp revealing their recent arrival. Perched in a tree laiden with light lavender flowers a dove rings so clearly threw the silent peace, noting of the bright rays to come. Light, blinding but refreshing as if the night before had lasted an eternity. Like a mirror that reflects a stunninng blue light of white staring into the sky. Two eyes can be seen, eyes that spill their tragedy and lengthened torture, eyes that scream lifes passion and lights forgiveness. Long blackened lashes batting away the sting of daylight caused by the lasting stretch of the night. How warm your embrace, how sweet your smell, so close yet so far. You hit with the strength to produce taste, a taste that lingers, that reacts causing us to lick our longing lips. How good it feels to breathe deep and long, to inhale life with a full firm grasp. The touch of life such a good overwhelmed feeling, ten folds better than any lover, and without a lover still content with its peace. How good it feels to see you again.