August is full of dancing stars
bright lineage of unclouded skies
a constellation of Orion jetting off

Days that comprehend escapism
faint goodbyes of unwrapped mysteries
cascades of a summer set winter

Nights that compose sweet sonnets
lullabies of unspoken spent times
where silent remedies the wading moon

August is a dimensional eight sense
when the mad rush goes to sleep
and tranquility shed its mercies