Patterns of life.

[Bansheekisses]

Comfort to the whispering night,
and wishes from within.
Walking on waters bright,
and the singing of the wind.
Close the windows tight,
and lock your doors.
The rain will start a fight,
while the thunder roars.
You yearn for the warmth of a fire high,
the security of a blanket.
You wish for someone by your side,
to hold you through the night.
You know what the tomorrow holds.
You know the secrets untold.
All work and no play,
the methods of the day.
When the evening comes,
the night beckons to your ear drums.
Playing the usual tunes.
The waves of yesterday.
The coldness of tomorrow.
The patterns of life.