Poet's Prose

I set alone upon a starry night Hearing the night sing unto me Sweet sounds of the moon light Sway me away into the midnight blue Diamond stars shine twinkling Coolness of the eve brushes my skin Hearing the signs that the season may bring The locust buzzing and the crickets sound like a violin The field lays barren from the harvest But the cupboard filled with summer’s feast Looking above and knowing I have been truly blessed Surrendering my thanks to the one above, last but not least Breathing in a deep country breath of fresh air My soul begins to tingle from my head to my toes My heart is free from all care And my mind begins a simple poet’s prose Pen in hand the sky becomes my inspiration The moon strokes my expectations Stars suspend me in a heavenly fixation I become lost in His divine creation