I feel my pink pulse silvering
On this cool evening when the moon is low
The light weather invites sitting, contemplation
Silent trees stand guard over heart’s brookes
The night birds fly gentle — this a sacred hour
All of nature huddles close to comfort, to ease -
Ease this throbbing pain
Of vexed futures and trampled love
Of innocence axed in tender bloom
Of concrete dreams turned into sand
And mass of people thinning, seeping
Until only faint shadows remain
The memory of a life, short and cut short
Stings far less than expected
The night breeze carries the frankincense
Of a dozen joys and a million regrets
Sweet and bitter accents
Yield now to ancient earth’s scent
And to the earth beneath me I now gaze
Neon blue under the waning light
Empathetic, inviting, whispering:
“Child, rest; Yield yet to my loving embrace.”
Silver the blade the deed is done
I rest my eyes and all nature is one.
