In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
Still and tranquil, the night deepened.
I repose by the lullabies of the moon, tranquil, soothing like quiet rivers.