Savannah lines

The city lights do not speak
To me-
Like the Savannah stars do
At midnight-
The buildings tall do not call
To me-
Like the trees that dance
When wind beckons-
The rain-
Gives me no joy
Like your thunderstorm
Vengeful, hopeful-
And your meandering Savannah lines
Let me roam-
Like thoughts never catching
Dancing-
Touching - in a play of chaos