• night

    ink of silence fills the skies

    as the moon glows in tranquility

    light and unbound

    a soft delicate butterfly

    lingers among the shadows

    none could stop her drift

    her gentle flutters

    immune to the moon's sleepy melody

    in the stillness of a lethargic night

    drinks from the moons envious radiance

    and leaves trace among the sky

    discharging frrom that gleam

    and bearing stars taught to shine in darkness

    to grant wishes for whom believe

    none could possibly imagine

    a delicacy as her bear such mezmerizing works

    in end of a starry expanse

    in satisfaction rests amid on the moon

    until the morning star reappears,

    until night's demise.