by Samuel De Lemos
Night falls like a quiet song
whispering sweet lullabies in my ear.
Delta wind blows a cool breeze
through my hair.
I taste the obscure air and look
towards the sky. The vision of
clear California stars just like
that famous sidewalk in Hollywood,
that shines so bright.
I can visually smell the night-it’s dark,
damp, crisp and silent.