As Night Listens

night listens to know myth of mystery to sojourn as I here sigh of breeze in trees redoubling yore enough for me to rejoice by mellow silence at dawn rhythm redounds entreating dream for truth to reckon. as heart needs nothing but red to rave yet within joy impulses to listen art of instinct to adore neither illusive nor elusive is world as enshrined as mist latches to carve of night to endear. As quest redeems embracing shadow to recourse Ocean cries weaving waves of blue hiding into horizon Time paves path for art of creation to continue along Alacrity by life is no more a resolution to sigh of journey slowly melds into oblivion by dissension mortality persists onto speckling into grey dusts silence seems to conquer over haggles of liberty I simply bow down to sweet home of enchantment