the night whispers

a cool cadenced zephyr

shifting leaves and moonlight

over the dappled foliage shadows

the lake

without the day’s guide

and adorned with starlight

is night’s pristine mirror

stippled silver diamonds

shimmer on the celestial fabric

woven of deep shades of midnight blue

syncing with the cricket chorus

they watch, they listen

to dreams and wishes and secrets

and yearn to talk back

with an extent likewise

darkness delves into mysteries

and new beauty is uncovered

which unlike daylight

brims of enigma

night time,

with its midnight sun 

dons more starry secrets

than the day can ever withhold