The Mist Betwixt the Stars
Have you ere gazed out,
At the mist betwixt the stars?
The sickly band stretched ‘cross the heavens
With its alabaster glow?
Have you ere listened,
To the bullfrogs belted bars?
A croaking chorus calling out,
From their tannic water holes.
Has your skin been touched;
By the crisp September air?
Between the hours of dusk and dawn,
In the depths of tenebrous night?
Have you ever smelled,
The bonfire’s dying flare?
That bitter haze that stings your lungs
as it bids the world farewell.
Have you ere bore witness,
To the newly risen day?
The midnight world laid to rest:
As the colors begin to sway.