Night Whispers

I rest in evening’s fine scent beneath gold veils of summer spent, where midnight flickers through the trees and twinkles flow upon the breeze. I sigh and whisper of content to catch this eve in soft descent, within my heart there skips a beat at day's finality, quite sweet. There's no flaw here that I observe as night becomes a softened curve, this quiet ending to a day, just beaming for holy display. I hold my breath in great respect for this gleam so fully decked, but silent about all things which night and all her beauty brings.