It’s free verse. No clear structure. Not much rhyme. Just a calm poem on a calm night with calm breezes after a hot day.
The eerie whooze;
Brushes a blanket over your soft anxieties,
Sliding calm breezes through the mosquito netting,
Stroking your skull to drifting dreamlandscapes.
Like words from a parent from long ago,
Whispering myths to unwind a little you to slumber,
Though now your imagination ponders where the night breezes come from, and where they plan to go,
And you wish to flow with them; the destination you don’t care.
The ghosts and ghouls don’t care to scare you;
Their souls are at peace tonight,
And the only presence you feel are pressures swirling in the air.
No barks nor chatter nor music;
The world is hypnotized by the winds,
And you don’t feel lonely under black clouds.
Just the coolness and calmness of night breezes, deflating your pressures.
No one’s here to judge you, there’s no reason for you to act or pretend,
You can be passive to fleeting thoughts as the winds bring you to the day’s end.