Night’s Siren

The magnetic pull of the night.

Hazy blackness yawns over me,

Clinging to my pale skin,

Dewdrop pearls twinkle endlessly,

Guiding my narrow path,

Moon’s silvery chill seeps into my bones,

Assailing my eager senses,

Pines rise stoically against the shadows,

Keenly averting silent dangers,

Lilac's dangle their exquisite asters,

Enhancing dusk’s hidden splendor,

Mingled breezes haunt of thrilling raptures,

Lingering in my chaotic thoughts,

Blossoming trees stand guard,

Hinting of a sacred innocence.