The night wind blooms
on gossamer wings.
Melodious notes calling
as the nightingale sings.
It takes me to places
that I have not seen.
We drown in loves sins
that not yet have been.
We float to the very
edge of the night.
Where darkness fades
and begins the light.
I see visions
of all what now may be.
As loves moonlight shines
over land and the sea.