It's 4:00 a.m.
& the rain has fallen incessantly for hours.
My inconsistent thoughts keep coming back to you.
Passion filled brown eyes glazed by the twilight.
The rushing sounds of creek water in the distance.
I love the smiles that come with new.
Momentarily restored faith.
Wrapping oneself in brevity.
What is life really but a series of events?
Eventually for a brief moment,
my mind will dwell on your essence at 4:00 a.m.