Dew had settled thick over the pasture
sliding down my bare legs as I moved through
high grass, not knowing what I was after
the song of peepers filled the air and grew.
Small globes of light traced lines over the sky
the glowing sketches dim and fading slow
I watched the border of trees heave and sigh
as the wind began to slightly blow.
I laid down on the cool dirt, my eyes closed
and listened as the night moved around me
waiting in the dark my body exposed
dense black pulling my mind to be set free.
Twilight crept silent over the hills
laying to bed the nature's quiet will.
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