Reaction crashed upon this night.
Focused in the beats of the heart that bounces in rhythm on the waters edge.
Skipping with the notes of the symphony.
Strings, and percussions muffled
but strengthen by the shadows of the tall grass.
The cellos dig deeper into the mud,
and the moon calls out in song.
Darkest nights can bring forth a fright, but a true lovers of the blackness seas, seeks the comfort of such hours on the second hand.
A melody, yet lost in the fabrics of my own locks