Suspended

Sweet-scented air,

In that flawless darkness.

Forever blazing wild;

Across the marauder sky.

A pulse in the break of quiet,

Of summer sadness hum.

Sweet-scented air,

Between the folds of game.

Cities with dimmed lights,

Fading away.

Sweet-scented air,

In my suspended hour.

Photo by: light-in-the-darkness | Source of Inspiration