THE NIGHT IS BEAUTIFUL

THE NIGHT IS BEAUTIFUL

The night is beautiful

With its lips full

Upon the thighs of Summer.

It swirls the moon

Through clouds and spews

It high and bright and round

The dome of its fine home.

Crickets in their dark

Lovemaking, sing the praises

Of the grass and breezes,

A rhythmic transubstantiation

Played in scraping stridulation

To a counterpoint of August dark.

There, then and only then,

We take our breath out walking

On the milky paths of full moon

Shining and cast our glances deep

Into its lap of dreams, to hold

Just but a moment, for a moment

Only, all the crazy swirl of star

Light unto ourselves that we

May be this way before it.