In a hammock on the first eve of Summer. Edit .00001 richard

[vagabond]

in a hammock on the first eve of summer

Dusk dropped stale and breathless, felt like dark was overdue.    gives a tired feeling
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.      an image of distance 

Silhouettes of summer, leaves of apple dark and green,
filled the space between my head and the distant silver screen.   I like how the subject is slowly drawn out of his distance by the summer night
No melody in minor keys, no swelling heaven's throng...   as heaven is too far away…
but listen to the still, cool air and hear the nightjar's song.     …but here, something´s found, in the close reality and beauty of a moment.

it´s great.
got nothing to criticize, meter´s perfect and rhyme is fine ( I´m not sure about the pronunciation of caricature), so here´s feedback on what it conveys (to me).
"kapok caricature" is fascinating. it gives a cynic or detached view (caricature) on the world as a whole (the kapok tree having a similar meaning as yggdrasil). I also like the title, reminding of how such thoughts  seem to somehow suspend the thinker.