Night Listening

I can hear the night listening.
A silence, not empty
But so full of life.
The trees breathe stories
Of days behind them
Onto my bare skin.
Darkness wraps around me
Like a blanket,
A comforting presence.
With closed eyes, I’m certain
I feel the earth move.
My body, buoyant and still,
Is weightless; endless.

Infinite stars whisper,
I hear their every word.

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