The night is warm

And pleasant

The stars are shining

The sky is a deep blue

The cliff I’m standing near

Is framed beautifully

It’s painful really

Just how beautiful

The evening is

The moon is full

And iridescent

Glowing in the dark blue sky

The breeze is just the right kind

Where it blows your hair

Just out of your face

It seems to hold your hand

And whisper in your ear

Sweet nothings

As if that’s what you wanted to hear

It holds you close

And cups your face

In its cool, silky hands

And gently

Ever so gently

Says,

“It’s ok.”

And then it is

You jump

I know this is the writing prompt, but I didn’t really want to do the poem prompt… 😂