midnight walks

i call you back 

with strings detached

the street lamps burn 

so the mosquitos & moths 

Can come 

to see & follow the light 

looking for 

my toes in front of the 

deep blue sky 

i count my blessings 

& how many days are left for 

another life to live 

yet i know how much 

i give into each day

like a mother feeds its 

child, passionately 

until i hear the cicadas 

join the night 

the colours gone & only thoughts stay awake 

for after midnight