Laying outside,
in the misting rain.
Feeling it gently,
wash away my pain.

Head turned up.
Under red sky.
Feeling refreshed,
I want to fly.

Spreading arms on the grass beneath,
I give up my soul,
to the earth,
I bequeath .

Laying outside,
in the night.
Makes my heart leap,
in delight.

Maybe I should stay here.
Never leave this place…
I muse to myself
as rain falls on my face.

Alas I must go.
Back inside.
Maybe I will let my thoughts ride…

Some other night.
Some other night.