Her star-studded velvet folds
Soft against your skin.
Trees and bushes weave their shadows
Into her velvet mantel,
Perfuming her folds
With refreshing tranquility.
Far in the distance
A lone wolf serenades the rising moon.
An owl softly hoots approval.
Bats silently brush the air,
Taking the night to the stars.
Captured
In our tarmac and concrete cage
Flooded by oppressive orange light,
Obliterating the stars.
Screeching tires,
Screams,
Smashing glass,
Gunshots,
Shred the silence;
Shatter dreams.
Escape.
Take time,
Replenish your soul.
Wrap yourself in the velvet blanket
And sip slowly
The nectar of peace.
BY: SHARON HEANEY STANSFIELD
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