Evening Orchestra

I nestle in a grassy glade

Tuck dusky air under my chin

Till by and by, day music fades

While wayward constellations spin

And single stars walk all alone

On milky streets that line the sky

Remembering where old friends have shone

Before they flickered out, to die.

I close my eyes and lift my hands

The evening orchestra begins

The sweeping sound of night descends

To cradle trembling fingertips

A whisper is borne on the air

Swept down from sun and stars above

For sister earth and all that's fair

To sleep in comfort, wrapped in love.

9/18/03