Zemde

A Summer Night\'s Serenade

Running on a midnight errand.

Feet are fleeing, ravens scaring.

Turning ever into the speckle sprinkled starry night

 

Satyrs frolicked, hooves click clacking.

Trees were groaning,

twigs were snapping.

Ants a-marching,

spiders napping,

Underneath the twilight\'s twinkling sleepy secret sigh.

 

Perfumed air and baby dewdrops,

Summer sweetgrass whispering true-loves.

Moonlit beams revealing ghost resting on pollen\'s respite

 

Up we marched into the hilltops.

Kids in flip-flops,

Dogs and brown hogs.

Fairies flitting,

nymphs a-swimming

Eagerly to see the sight.

 

Then, amidst the starlit hilltop

grew a tree of moss and hyssop.

Flowers dripping with a softly glowing nectar smelling sweet and light

 

 

So they drank the nectar deeply.

Tumbling, laughing,

dancing freely.

Booming, roaring,

whispering meekly.

Before travelling back to their homes awaiting morning light.