Fragrant Darkness

The lazy amble of piano keys in the night air-
so cool and full of expectant darkness.

Expectant for the possibilities-
of tomorrow, life, this moment.

In this moment-
where all time sways, sashays, to the rambling keys-
everything is possible, everything is good-
laced only with the bittersweet of not being here yet.

But no worries.
Sashay in the fragrant darkness with me.
And forget all but the possibilities.