Cabin Fever

Focus On The Night

8-17-03

The crickets chirp out of love.
Babies cry in need.
Cars are driven, not knowing where they're going.
Out of element. No control.
Girls in need of physical love.
The night is silent;
nothing breaks its calm
or destroys its feeling.
Wind doesn't break it.
The blackened sky is a canvas of wonder.
I want to spend my intellect on it
in a non-destructive way.
I will forge an imprint;
a light that shines in a dream-like state
against the standards
but under the radar.
Noticing not to be noticed.
COME ON! But don't come on too strong.