Sitting on my Roof at Night

self explainatory?

Night sky, deep blues
laden with streaks of grey
and tiny glowing spots. Reminds me of
brilliance most will never see.

Thick, warm air hangs
heavy and still with the moisture
it failed to release that afternoon.
Unexpected, a breeze carries
voices of children parting ways,
eager mothers in door frames
reminding of school nights, lunches, toothpaste.

Absently I explore the texture of
the lifted shingles beneath my bare feet.
I sit, surrounded by
the detached euphoria of night.
This is how I always imagined
things were meant to be.