Words

Sounds against the moon...
Cascading flowing,
Gently blowing
Across the silent night.
Words.
I stand here alone.
Silent in wonder,
Piercing like thunder,
Echo, burning bright.
On the precipice
Of something good.
Silent. Beholding
the misunderstood.
So flow over me
Wander hither
To make me see
And pull me under.
P.S. So, I woke up to the sound of dogs howling at midnight. Inspiration? I guess.