A Midsummer Night’s Breeze
One Night
Sitting on a cold rooftop
In the middle of a nights breeze.
The bright stars so far yet so close.
The cold, rough, feeling of the roof making me
shiver, that feeling of all my worries leaving
my body.
Worries about not being able to hand
in that english essay,
A cold breeze just taking
away all my worries.
In the middle of a nights breeze
A Constellation of Creation 