I can no longer count

The beats of my heart

As the night transpires

My chest quickens its pace

Reaching beyond what I know

I feel  the raw night

And gaze up at the waxing moon

As it follows its path across the velvet sky

Slowly, cat like

The stars move from their perch

And the whole night is my audience

Whispering the wind into my ears

Nature’s footsteps are invisible

Only to the blind in heart

This is the lesson I learned

From this winter night

RyanDavid Burningham