Night waves whoosh about,
careening in and out
of shadows and streetlights.
Night waves swish and splash
through rain soaked cracks in pavement.
The yellow hues from streetlights casting eerie glints,
seem to shudder at the sound.
Along with me,
my Billow observes the soft
white noise, too…
Stealthy, soft arm lays prostrate across my rapid heartbeat.
My shaking settles,
my bones silently sleep in my skin.
This is what it feels like
to listen in the moment
to traffic surging towards daylight.
Beheld are tender noises.
that have me yearning to hold onto the night.
The waves simmer down
as morning light sneaks through my blinds,
upon a dawning horizon.
The night waves sing their goodbyes.
I’m not ready.
Sweet Billow, holding my heart,
we bestow our secret splendor onto
anyone who wants to slow down
and take in a simple pleasure,
a night wave and some cuddles.
Dawning Creations 
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