This night

feed the
chattering
mice,
their due.

water the
plump
sphered
sunset
pumpkin

moist.

and may
all your
fairy
tale
dreams
all come
true.

and in
your
celestial
dance,

that binds
the hearts
of mortal
men.

and fires
their noble
passions
of intimacy
and awe...

lay their
hearts
gently
down
upon
your
pillow,

and
fetch the
midnight
stars,

to be
the
lights
that
shine
in your
eyes,

until
the cool
waters
of souls

are quenched.


till this
moment
of night
claims

it's
prize.