Night break pt.I

The glorious pines stand,In their battle scarred gowns,Taller into the starry sky,Belligerent and brown. A mystical aura,Drifting through the air,Ambrosial and damp,Complementing the moon’s flair. Enchanting music plays,From the orchestras in the sky,Little flickering fireflies fly,as the old peaks sit by. Gurgling creeks of silver flow,Laden with fish and toads,As this verdant moss ever so…

In the night sky…

He spills water from his vessel and washes away the past, he bears the water and what it may cast. A pair of fish slips past and a ram idles close, the swan swoops with the lyre and the twins dance on toes. A perfect hunting ground for the bright-starred hunter, facing the charging bull…