Midnight Gardens

Sleep beckons with its gentle arms, Wrapping slowly in comfort, Gently drawing the weary in, To its nightly embrace. Dreams of midnight gardens, Are lit by the fireflies Dancing among the scented arbour, With their flickering light. The moonlight dances flittingly, Through the rustling leaves, Making the shadows leap and prance, As if joyful of their silence. The breeze whispers overhead, Swaying leaf and bough, Diving, it steeps with the aroma, Of jasmine, heavy in the night air. Clouds, white in the moonlight, Chase each other across the blue-black sky, Gently, they tease wisps from each other, To continue the game some more. The drooping leaves of the trees dance, Twisting and turning in the breeze, Their umbrella canopy, like a veil, Glistens and shifts enticingly. Seductively, the living veil parts, Disclosing the moon-dappled mere, Beckoning with their whispers, To watch the moon play in the water. The rushes hiss and whisper, Telling of the intrusion, Their inner sanctum found, They try singing the weary to sleep.