Gleaming Poem by Rovert Nworb

I walked out into the stoned streets of night
The silence curing turmoil and ache
Some temporary car drove by in nothing flat
The only laughs were streetpost lamps
Chilling as I walked in community primitive caverns
The trees making a sound and I calling back to them
The night sky, in constant fluid motion,
Recorded my echoes as I reviewed its own regurgitated clashes
My decieved eyes planting tricks in the corners of my lens
A goddess, a naked lone soul, wandered after me to hear
The occasional jet flying overhead
Gleaming in the beams of the moon