Today the sun went black and the moon was to rise in regret.
Besides the crickets strumming remorseful songs in harmony, all remains silent.
And as the frogs' tenor voices join this jumbled chaos of an orchestra.
The first star begins to dance against soft velvet skies.
The wind's soprano joins in a howl as the trees join the heavens in an attempt at dance.
Then the snapping of midnight creatures halt all sound in the oasis of peace
as the fireflies begin to speak.
The morning dawns its darkest apparel into an ego barely seen by morning flyers,
but seen all to well by those creeping in the twilight's shadows.
Beyond the curtain of endless evergreens the stage awaits.
For you and I, the Adam and Eve of the night to start the true show.
Grabbing your hand tightly in mine, we walk.
And the moon and all it's stars seem to shine on us in some sort of spotlight,
all of the creatures too naive to know the chaos we can cause.
I am finally ready to start this show, lightened by the world around us.
And glistening even without the need for sun.