Soft as the gentle breath of flowers
Dew spilled petals from evening showers
The slumbering night’s starburst hours
Covers the world in dreams.
reflected moonbeams quiver
On the still waters of the lakes mirror
shining ripples come to me
Afraid to join the mighty sea
night’s pure silence it gets colder
pine trees outlines become bolder
dark nights grip is broken
As dawn approaches words unspoken
Against the lazy yawning sky
Its fires are burning embers
A nocturne no one else remembers
Except the moon and I