White stars in the pale moonlight
Grazes past each wondering eye
Looking for an answer, a question why
I sit at a desk,
feeling cold night air
Hear the crickets chirp
the slap of the wind
The clock strikes twelve
And the wood sprites emerge.
Night air traverses cold, cold thoughts
Silky whiteness scents the air
luminescent light peers over my shoulder
Spills gold ink on the ground
Warm gray blankets scratch my ear
A radio transmitting staticky sounds
Sparkled dust particle falls,
Reminds me of some distant memory
Opening up to the great expanse
A sky immensely full
Harmony shouts
Open a clear glass window
dO you hear it twinkling?