cold.

Scattered visions as night fades
Into a form less poetic and more logical

And real?

No, nothing is real except those bright lights
Not the stars, they're elusive
But we'll live with the streetlights behind you
And your silhouette moving at the forefront of the crowd.

And there at the back
And them with palms on their ears to ward noise which seems to me close to a melody.

Close. A melody.

The only melody is your body moving next to mine under the stars inside the streetlights. Too warm. Too bright.

I feel your breath tickling and your laughter resonates inside me.

No noise.

Just the melody.

That would forever haunt my dreams but never bid me goodnight.