Late nights

Late nights when the stars are out and the air around freezes but somehow forgiveably,

As the warmth of home beckons you in to bed,

The night sky seems to shine brightest now; the stars and moon lighting your way home

Whilst your breath becomes suddenly visible, material.

As a child the cold and late nights were exciting, told us Christmas was coming,

The night sky seemed to shine with bright promises and untold secrets,

But now, trudging my way home with you, the offer of warmth and a soft bed is enough,

Have our dreams shrunk as we grew or have we simply learned what truly matters?

I cannot say.

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