Silent stars

Something about driving home

late at night inspires me.

The slate grey sky, ( it was the colour of Urban Decay eye pencils)

and late night radio.

The moon slanting  through the window.

You,  falling  asleep with your chin

resting softly on your chest.

Silent stars glinting on my wedding band.

Jazz, soft jazz.

Under my skin I stored the words,

the beat.

Tying my memories into a waiting heart.

Love stories,

frosted crackle glass.

All unique.

Each one.

Only the sound of the radio broke the late night drive.

That,

that and my dreams.

Of you.