A shooting star flashed across the night sky
Vaporized; petered out somewhere near Orion
Too late to make a wish; all he did was sigh,
Wistful yet hopeful, gazing at the horizon...
In the east a quarter moon, yellow but pale,
Arose but quickly hid behind low, puffy layers
Of dark stratocumulus riding in a stiff gale;
As shadows evoked witches and soothsayers!
But the wind blew the clouds; Selene forgave!
The golden crescent shone from borrowed light
Reflecting its stolen sheen on every tiny wave,
As rain-soaked leaves glistened in the night...
The stars and constellations lit the heavens
As a swarm of fireflies twinkled amid the trees
In the stillness of the night, a magical presence,
An enchanting serenity whispered by the breeze...
Alas! Deceptive, the tranquility of the night
For deep in the dark woods, there lurks danger
All forest creatures are wary and out of sight
Up in the trees, lies in wait, a hungry hunter...
An owl swooped down, quickly yet stealthily
Its sharp talons caught an unsuspecting hare
As crickets, high-pitched, chirped endlessly
A numbing lullaby for varmints in their lairs...
Towards dawn, Venus neared the crescent moon
Seemingly chased by Mars across the starlit sky
An omen to star-crossed lovers in an ancient rune
Silently, he watched as another meteor flew by!
Out in the east, a muted light in the skyline
Not a faint hope; but a sure promise of tomorrow
Soon, the dark night will surrender to sunshine
And in the blue sky, he’ll see a golden sparrow
© Vic A Evora