Through the misty flows
The moon glows with ghostly shadows
Streams trickle softly in the night
Unseen frogs croak their sonnets of love
While birds sleep in nests above
Swaying with the beat of mother natures pulse
The playful wind plucks a rhythm
Through the leaves of many trees
With cool odors of mother natures breeze
Born on a breath to tease
Senses in a rush to hush my subconscious
I weep with the brush of her touch
Invisible fingers combing my hair
and caresses my soul leaving me bare