Reflections On a Virginia Summer Night
At the entrance of evening, the melting sun slowly drips
over the treetop horizon;
Beckoning the moon to peek through the opaque shades
As lazy winds play tag with the heated night.
The staccato symphony of horny crickets pervade the scene
Piercing the stoical still silence with melodic sounds.
Weighed eyes and muffled ears grow weary…
Retreating the scene and its sounds.
Sleep, the stranger of the day, threatens familiarity:
None can avoid her acquaintance.
Unable to complete, I slip into the twilight of dreams
Knowing not if I shall greet tomorrow here.
God willing and Earth’s water baptize my eyes, maybe,
Just maybe, I will rise to fight another day.
So in this twilight dim, I pray my childhood
Prayer to Him:
" Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake;
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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