the night bows
    to the darkening moon
        crickets sing
            in rhythmic prayer
                 the air seems to hum
                    and float thicker about us
                        in awe of luna’s pull
                          the brightness of night
                          succumbs eerily,
                        quietly
                      but with a deep
                    and resounding
                thumping  
            that beats from our own hearts
       as the moon is swallowed
in rusty shadows