Everything in my line of sight goes out of focus
Tired, but not sleepy
Just zoned out
Just tuned... out.

within the solitude of the dreadful span
of the blackened and bowed sky
the deep withered grass bends in the moonless dark
quieting the cold and murmuring earth

hushing her into fitful sleep

the air is hard
and the wind lacerates the night
razor incisions left behind
in the icy flesh of obsidian hours

open wounds howl like wolves
on the trail of prey in flight

I hunger for you
under the restless stars

o soft lantern, teach me
how to gleam
in spite of petty falcons.

Africa's most golden treasure ,the savanna.
Where nature plays a tune.
Burnt orange, striking  reds fill the air .
And a captivating moon.
There roam gentle giants as ancient like the sun.
They gather all around to protect their young.
Deep bonds of love through generations.
That stands the test of time .

Only love can ride the currents of time.
Spread on the wings of the divine.
A powerful force that soars free
As soft as a feather.
As gentle as a breeze

The beatifull moonflower .
Blessed by the rain they grow.
Under the full moon they glow .
In enchanting shades of blue .
She knows how to heal a broken heart.
She must let her teardrops fall .
To  illuminate her path.