Wet Pavement Poem by Star Dust

When the rain,
When it comes cascading down,
It soaks our hearts in liberty,
When the light reflects off of the wet pavement,
The streetlights dance along the sidewalks,
And darkness fills what the light never could,
The secrets hiding in the wood,
In the leafless trees,
When the cold presses you,
You and your ninety-eight degrees,
You feel it mangle with the heat,
And we sing,

We all like the night,
The moon shining bright,
Not because it’s dangerous,
Or no one can see us,
When we look up to the sky,
It seems to swallows us and my-
When I can’t think,
I just start to sink,
Sink below my fears,
My starry-eyed mirrors,
For when they reflect,
Reflect a certain aspect,
I think I’m scared,
I think I should have cared,

When the sunrise comes again,
I still love the sunset satin,
When the colors fly away,
When the yellow light comes again,
It could never match the nightly freedom,
Or the feeling of harmony,
When I step out into this symphony.