The Cool Evening Breeze

I was inspired to write this poem when I read Genesis 3:8, “When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord walking about in the Garden.” This was right before everything changed and sin entered the world.

The Cool Evening Breeze

Tree lined streets are empty.
Wolves zig-zag through
lamp posts just for fun.
Pianos on sidewalks
serenade the moon.

Quiet are the anxious feet.
The hustle has nothing to do.

Stars follow the curve of the sky.
I am awake to a world
where you walk and reside.

In the cool evening breeze,
you walk free and close.

I hear your eyelashes move.

To be that conscious of you;
take away the noise forever.