Sweet Crickets

Sweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The low moon and toads As well as I are your audience. Why, even the saguaro blooms Have opened with interest! The night will soon bend over And kiss my eyelids closed. From Earth’s port into the sky Of oblivion, I will go. But should I judge your tune To be my favorite solace Promise me you’ll return One night to play for me again.