Chiaroscuro

Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night.
Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars...who walk 
me..firing the glow in my eyes...timeless...ageless
Fireflies glimmer
Across the turnstile..
Scent of incense
Like the soul of the night,a jeweled zephyr trails the quietude..
Argent misted, transcending dark..embellishing shadows dancing like
wraiths in the languid tawny gloom.
Moonlight thoughts
dazzle..
Clouds airbrush 
the moon.
The stridulation of crickets and hoo-hoo-hoooo of owls fill the 
nocturnal space like pantomimic gestures of vocalists.
My breath revels in scents of silver crested blossoms..
I feel the sketch of eternity in time's evanescence..
Chiaroscuro-
Mise-en-scene
Unfolds..
I listen....





#Haibun