Out there tonight

And so the universe is similar to

that woman at the bar, dressed

in the velvet you cannot define

the color of, because of the gentle curves.

She’s lonely there, but so intrigued

by nighttime’s impermeable veil,

which is spanned above past sundown –

allowing for creative conception?!

But bars at night aren’t smooth places

to be, just as the universe for human folk,

so I linger here where it’s quiet tonight

knowing that if someone willed this

design, its one of utter relationship.

And the hope that we can prevail.