Star Harvest

Nocturnal leisure

quiet sounds, albeit

sky alive .

Luna sings, to sleep, with lullabies

the atmosphere with moon song eyes.

Heart , heart of the lesser forsaken

breathe , breathe the night

and harvest the stars of the mistaken.

It is we, similar positivity, received

by the pheromone release

of dusk fallen attraction .

To where the maypole

collects the ribbons ,

dancing into the wandering eye ,

of a moonlit glow, hand in hand , heart in arms ,

in elegance , the love and the night.

With oncoming morning landscape , cradling time

and lingering in the dead of night, a paradise of physical sensation.

It is we , similar positivity, received

by the pheromone release

of dusk fallen attraction..