Where evening descends,
there's a quiver of mystery~
the tempting fever, to join in night's reverie
Moon sky- clouds drift lazily by;
in the moment, all around me seems to fade,
when, like magic, heavenly bodies explode across space
Stardust sprinkles down; causing the trees to smile,
like a child on Christmas morn'
while lightning bugs glow, among the sooty dark
Here I am in the midst of celestial mists,
and the creatures cries and coos;
to drift me off peacefully, into a dreaming fool
Originally Published in the Penwood Review, 2016