Now Comes Nighttime’s Tune

Triumphant spirit of the waning day,

dressed in layers mounting to the sky,

we start together you and I,

all emotions ringing,

and of lusty singing,

wind fascinating,

as it goes by.

 

First, skin tickled and delighted,

each naked hair stood on end,

fair hollow sounds do bend,

mist rising in our sight,

fast taking flight,

at early night,

look to the wren.

 

Red-blooded rocket shot to the moon,

close and kissing our nocturnal bloom,

the sun’s last light is in a swoon,

wayward clouds are scattering,

evergreen trees are tattering,

dancing squirrels chattering,

now comes nighttime’s tune.

 

~FS

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