Exhaling stars

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.