The Trees Seemed to Breathe More at Night
Naked on Cashmere
English - October 07, 2019 00:00 - 13 minutes - 19.6 MB - ★★★★★ - 523 ratingsBooks Arts Society & Culture Personal Journals atticus cashmere instagram literature magic meditation naked poem poetry stars Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
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The trees seemed to breathe more at night.
There was a freshness in the air
like the world was being born again.
Steam billowed from the machine
and danced up
mixing with my breath.
I rode on into the black,
leaves scurrying from the tires,
startled by this strange one-eyed beast.
I always wanted to remember these moments,
alone on the road
the smell of wood-burning somewhere,
and wet cut grass covered with tomorrow’s dew.
Fast I’d ride,
deep into the ghostly night,
wind in my face,
eyes screaming tears,
blurring the sky into diamonds,
and my engine,
in its symphony,
became my silence,
a knife’s edge to the numb world
my blissful blurry road.
xx Atticus