silver threads stitch dark with light
stars hum ancient songs
Moon drifts like a thought
Moon drifts like a thought
soft upon the breath of clouds
guiding tides to dream
Owls trade whispered news
Owls trade whispered news
crickets weave their patient hymn
night blooms without end
A cool wind wanders
A cool wind wanders
through the hush of sleeping fields
carrying the stars
Shadows lean and sway
Shadows lean and sway
as if listening for dawn
yet linger in peace
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