I offer my thoughts into the night,
Into the shadowy, hazy corner,
Where they are beckoned to dance.
A flickering of words that tap,
A moment of clarity,
A moment of rhythm.
I sing my thoughts into the breeze,
And they are swept with the rush of petals,
scooped with leaves,
My words billow with summers transience.
A moment of tranquility,
A moment of innocence.
I whisper my thoughts into the sea,
Into the quiet of sand beneath,
And, bleached with salt,
they are comfortably
Into their resting,
and into their ashes,
they quietly wait.
A moment of cleansing,
A moment of testing.