Hollow To Ride

The sun’s rays have elapsed, to the deep black of nighttime we jump in.

The flicker is fading away, and we lay on the slumbering breath of the universe, letting the breeze washes away the dirt and dust on the body, brushing up the sweaty skin.

In the solace of quiet pitch dark eventide, we play the music of the heart, listening to shy pumping beats barely audible in the crowd. This chance, under sympathy of liberating open vault of dreamland, we sway the chords, modulate the pitches, resonate louder as may never.

Befriended with the absence, so we fly, floating on the hollow bed of playful sky, visiting the drifting stars we casted the other time, mapping some more to surf with.

“ …sweet dream! ”