Night Song

* * * * * * * Into old comfort zones, honed from a million years before, a reclining evening slips gently down the trees Pensive cricket songs, uncoil from the thickets now, and spiral upwards upon a hem of a sinking sun A reclining evening slips gently down the trees The stars appear, and settle into constellation memories, and spiral upwards upon a hem of a sinking sun The laughter of a summer day is put to rest The stars appear, and settle into constellation memories Pensive cricket songs uncoil from the thickets now The laughter of a summer day is put to rest, into old comfort zones, honed from a million years before