I like being outside ,evening times .
As the fires of the street lamp illuminates
these trees and softly kisses my skin .
The cool feeling of the concrete
through layers of warmth ,
that smother me during the
the precipitation of June.
The sky painted with an Othello blue
,as the clouds dissolve to reveal
the glistening of the celestial spirits .
As if they are being purged
from the sky by these peaceful lights.
I like to think that they watch me too ,
that they marvel at my being
and wonder whether I am dead or alive .