-Sublime Equalibrium, Moon's Shadow-

Willow's whisper to night's creatures;

Imagination's hoards set forth

tales, woven in spirit's, hand

moss's peasant answers,

to rose's mysteries.

Cricket's lore form forever.

Clouds traverse night's celestial plains.

Tall grass fields stand to bow obediently under the glow,

to winds direction.

Eyes seduced skyward by beacon moons,

across my fields night's creatures dance, for

young kami flirting with unknown dreams.

Dewdrops on silent grasses enchant

thoughts caught in waters

refraction's of wonders.

Pale light's body,

caught helpless

in falling

worlds.

Willow's whips conductor's baton,

orchestrating perfection of imagination's hordes.

To one subject in my arms,

are my hopes given?

As I realize reality stolen by nights haven.