The night prowls gently
Just skims the ground,
Brings truth,
As all things shift
To darkness, breathing
In wait of

The orb
The eye
The white glow
Evenstar, awake,
Show the patterned iris
Entrance without a blink
Earth’s emerald call.

Sift the folds of light through
Dusty night in
A forest of dim arches,
Cast a gaze upon branches,
Smooth seeming

Yet they know eternities
Of watching
One another sway
In the spirit of wind

A silvery presence
In the midst
Of earth’s core truth,
The mind of alone
Whispers of hunger
In the night

That prowls gently.