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.
