The garden’s purr is ripe with dragonflies,
While sun drips down and licks my freckled cheek,
Then sinks by inches, seconds at a time.

The sky turns pink with specks and lines of green.
The man inside the moon grows restless yet,
When day has died the night will reign supreme.

The creatures of the night let down their hair,
Stretch out their limbs and bask in dark delight,
While fireflies explode newly unchained.

The stars that hid glow bright to prove their life,
While eyes of mine grow cloudy, tired, and shut.
Still blind to all the myst’ries of the night.

I lie down flat, avoiding hills of mud,
Till dark runs out inviting back the sun.