At night, I sit gazing at the moon, Inking ambrosial silvered dewdrops; Dancing shadows lengthen and swoon, From mountains, flowers and treetops. Silence speaks to me in the dark, Hear the hushed sleep of larks in nest; Nocturnal aromas blossom a spark, A star presses upon my breast. Mildewed memories stir up my mind, Winter cold breaks upon my breath; Sky and clouds ethereally entwined, Sheer chill upon my skin bequeath. Drawn into a reverie hypnotic, Moonbeams illumine eventide in verse; Amethyst warms aurora exotic, Mellifluous epiphany spill echoes. Night's syllables fall upon my ears, Shaping thoughts, kindling cheers.