Infinity Nights
In such situations that you have nothing more to say.
In such nights that you forget the days.
These occasions have a tendency to mean many things.
An infinity night.
Whether a walk down dim lit roads, (Streetlight heat caressing your cheek)
Whether Driving (through shadows with your piercing flashlights strapped onward)
Or maybe just sitting (conversing of nothing-bits that lead to so far offs and wherevers)
The something comfort is alinger.
A giant finger of chaos reaches down and sets to the pavement.
This is a potential receptacle of all that is your mind,
telling you that all will be okay in the night.
Those warm summer nights (as so described)
Angel dust, but warmer.
These are the pale darks when you can run free,
and if she is there (whoever she may be)
hold her close as to shield her from the wind.
The heart is only impenetrable to those with sharps and kills.
You arm yourself with a smile to lick them away.
There are so wonders and so seeds.
So much that we will ever need.
We will wake up to endless days and those things will never be seen.
Well if you are there in the day letting your heart become a drain,
wake up.
Truly, sincerely, widely open your eyes
to a brighter night than any worker bee could perceive.
Sweat profusely, an incessant night sweat.
Take a moment to let yourself breath
In an infinity night.
In such nights that you forget the days.
These occasions have a tendency to mean many things.
An infinity night.
Whether a walk down dim lit roads, (Streetlight heat caressing your cheek)
Whether Driving (through shadows with your piercing flashlights strapped onward)
Or maybe just sitting (conversing of nothing-bits that lead to so far offs and wherevers)
The something comfort is alinger.
A giant finger of chaos reaches down and sets to the pavement.
This is a potential receptacle of all that is your mind,
telling you that all will be okay in the night.
Those warm summer nights (as so described)
Angel dust, but warmer.
These are the pale darks when you can run free,
and if she is there (whoever she may be)
hold her close as to shield her from the wind.
The heart is only impenetrable to those with sharps and kills.
You arm yourself with a smile to lick them away.
There are so wonders and so seeds.
So much that we will ever need.
We will wake up to endless days and those things will never be seen.
Well if you are there in the day letting your heart become a drain,
wake up.
Truly, sincerely, widely open your eyes
to a brighter night than any worker bee could perceive.
Sweat profusely, an incessant night sweat.
Take a moment to let yourself breath
In an infinity night.