Midnight

Midnight comes, followed closely by the barking of dogs, but hushed again by a shot gun fire. All that is left is the sound of the wind, both kind and unrelenting. Yet there they are, untouched by the gusts that bend even the oldest of trees. How is it that they are so perfect? No man could touch them or match their startling beauty. They are old as the night itself, yet young as a new borns first breath. They are everything we wish to be, and everything we are. Shining brightly, we are so blessed by the universe that allows us to see such things, when most of the time they don't show themselves. We are the lucky few to witness this tonight. A harvest moon, huge and red, would perfect this night, but a bright, white moon is enough. It's casting the purist of lights down on to our twisted world.

I know there are others viewing this. Others that are just as broken as I am. These people are the ones that are seeking a clear mind so they might be able to think straight for a few moments without the wondering of what it would be like to not survive a game of Russian Roulette. Nights like this are stirring enough to quell our troubled minds.

Again sounds fill the air, but this time it comes from my speakers. And in my mind I notice the song push out all of the other thoughts so it is clear. Then, I hear something else... The sound of other lost souls singing with me, wishing away the oncoming rain so that we could watch the beautiful stars dance more. But still the clouds finish filling in, hiding the shining wonders from sight. Along with them comes the rain, which falls like tears from the sky. Sure there are amazing things to be seen when it rains, but I am not going to search for them now. Maybe some other time, but right now, all I want is to watch the stars. Since they are gone now, I think I will go back inside until they return again and the rain has gone.