06-02-2017, 03:57 PM
Dusk dropped stale and breathless, felt like dark was overdue.
A beeswax moon was dodging past a kapok caricature.
I drifted in and out of sleep, my dreams became the sky;
a silent movie melded from the pageant passing by.
Silhouettes of summer, leaves of apple dappled green,
filled the space between my head and the distant silver screen.
No melody in minor keys, no swelling heaven's throng...
but listen to the still, cool air and hear the nightjar's song.
tectak
2017
A beeswax moon was dodging past a kapok caricature.
I drifted in and out of sleep, my dreams became the sky;
a silent movie melded from the pageant passing by.
Silhouettes of summer, leaves of apple dappled green,
filled the space between my head and the distant silver screen.
No melody in minor keys, no swelling heaven's throng...
but listen to the still, cool air and hear the nightjar's song.
tectak
2017