A Rhyme At Night

Night has cast her darkened net over the sphere of the bold, gently laying out the black starred with orbs foretold Sheets of mist bedaub the earth glistening strands of green, second shades stain the trees daubed with a greying sheen Golden flowers rise to greet the night opening their petals of soul, swaying slowly with no might within this a story unfolds Cicadas croon to the southern Imps it echoes along a tight string, the grasshoppers not to be outdone begin to raucously sing Eventide sweeps across the skyline in moving shadows of light, in it dip the sleeves of my soul within is the body I write Across the cusp a half moon of life begins to spill into day, retreating from the growing bright down my being must lay