Embrace the storyteller within

On cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide
the mystery, no more a secret, of formation
of the clouds intrigues me as much
as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky

Night so calm, breeze so warm,
the almost audible sound of homebodies
nestling in their couch, a distant sound
of TV voices in the background
from afar, clinking glasses, wooden chairs
from closing bars

Some dog walkers rush, some just stroll
and I’m in the middle of both
palm trees’ fronds, like feathers float
reaching the moon that shines bright
gently touching my face with its light

My silhouette fades the closer I get
to the dark, and the night’s falling on me
like autumn leaves on the moist grass
Christmas lights still hanging from trees
paint the perfect scenery

I just breathe,
look at an empty street
with just me.

If I put it in a painting,
will you see the calmness,
smell the floral scent with your eyes?
And if I use my words instead,
will you let your imagination fly,
be transferred in, walk by my side?

Originally published at https://marciacapellan.com on January 24, 2023.