2004-02-23
Peaceful night
The gray owl will give an echoing hoot as you make your way through the forest at night and part the leaves with the dew-drenched soles of your shoes.
There is a slight chill in the wind as it dances through the leaves and shakes them as the vibration of laughter would shake the very one's delicate ears. Place your hands in your coat pocket and walk on until the rhythm produced by the stomping of your feet and your angry sighs intertwine themselves with the lingering smoke of fog.
Vouchsafe me the pleasure of another peaceful night...the raven-black hair will lay disheveled and across my face, and the soft skin will be caressed by the white cotton night-gown...those are peaceful nights.