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."