Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights padding the path to the woods Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns of the way every garden should look Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars shooting the breeze in the dark Waiting for someone to wish and discover the cobblestone path in their heart Night time is patient and fragile and ancient with secrets just bursting to share Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows with eyes open wide to the moon Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars parading their final hurrah Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they follow the trails of the heart Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye orange and gold muted voice Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige and also to be understood Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings soaring above all the lights Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving simplicity's gifts of the night...