Siren Whispers

Siren Song


How the night moves


She loves how the night moves

How it curls itself

Around her

Softly caressing

The inky, velvety black darkness

So still

So quiet

Whisper soft

Allowing her thoughts

To rove and ramble

To be free

To breathe


*Written two years ago but I still adore the night, and how it moves.


Photo taken from WhiteNoten