Dreaming Out Loud

Nothing has a warmer eloquence

than your touch on a rainy night;

scheming an escape

from this town.

Pains wash through

sidewalk cracks, rain drops trickle

mystified.

Street lights,

stars,

like they could be plucked

delicately from the sky

to lay gentle on skin.

Heart beats upon night

shade blacker than dark.

Ominous,

strange,

moonlight;

a darkened vespertine

veiled dramatically

over cracks in the mask

of the girl she used to be,

breaking free like

a butterfly;

free,

wild,

steady,

silhouetted, a silent scene

while dreaming out loud.

Years go by

still standing here.

This town sucks the life

from your soul, I swear.

But it's coming back…

enlightening,

alive,

breathing.

If we run

there's no need to look back.