The night is a cloak around me
warm lovely and silent
so bittersweet like dark silken chocolate

The air ripples with movement
trailing me
finer than any wedding dress

But I can see no stars above 
these city lights
this urban jungle
even at this early deserted hour

Again written in the car, this one last night on a 1am drive.  
Really, while I know its not great, I'm finally starting to write again. 
Very exciting!