Rebirth

In the distance I see the blue mountains, on a dark evening. I am on the side of the road, walking home. I feel the refreshing air on my skin, radioactive designs. I feel the hunger within, I can't contain it, how I wish things were different, how I wish I could turn things around, how I play the night like a piano, dangerously close to the edge. I seen the swan dance, love slipping from my hands into the river of time. I admire the chiaroscuro of our golden moments, the miracles we can hardly believe. The cigarette light is bright. I am at ease, cooling down. I could foretell it, I seen it in my horizon, my rebirth. Drifting winds blow over.