Nighttime In Hampstead

On the heath.

The wind picks up

The leaves

And blows them

in my direction

While i stand there

Motionless

And listen

to the song 

Of the night. 

The ducks

Are busy

Chatting away

Drifting and circling

on the ponds

In the moonlight

Under the stars. 

Still

I stand

And watch

And listen

And think 

Of the last time

I spent the night 

Chatting away

under the stars

Drifting in the flow

of life.

Still

I stand

As i watch

As i listen

As i think

Of the times

We live in.

As i think

Of the world

Around me

Outside

The heath.

The wind still

Sings its song

And tells its tales

Of far away lands

As i slowly

Begin to wander

As i slowly begin 

To drift

Towards the trees

Towering towards the

Skies in their

Ancient glory

Reaching their branches

Far into the night

To gently caress

Or tickle 

The stars. 

And i smile

As i think

Of the last time

You softly caressed

My skin. 

Of the gentle 

Loving fleeting

touch

And the deep

Long moments

Lost in your eyes. 

Deep and long 

Like the stillness

And the darkness 

Of this night. 

Life is peaceful

On the heath. 

Life is simple

Under the stars. 

March 2019