Underneath the starlight, starbright....
a Lover' Moon glows clear and bright.
guiding my foot-steps along the garden path.
What flow'r has open'd it's bloom to the coming dark,
and casts its scent on a summer wind?
what will a maiden find
hiding in her bower so brightly dark?
|sweatpea scales the wall by night|
|breeze? or brush of angels wings?|
|the breeze lightly stirs the cherub's strings|
|eye of toad|
|to think, perchance to dream|
|tigre, tigre burnin bright|
all captured by the cell phone still in my pocket, while out watering my garden at dusk.