Among the Orbs

    My window winks a flickering golden light,
    reflections of a dancing fairy’s wing.
    A silver-crested moon slips through the pane;
    outside, the winter winds begin to sing.

    The dark magnolia’s sheen dims in the night,
    and now, my thoughts are creeping up so high,
    they cling to stars, like little yellow strands
    of Carolina Jasmine, in the sky.

    An inward eye, a solitary hour,
    will help my heart to, somehow, feel complete.
    Oh gentle moon! Come nearer, dearest friend,
    and spread your velvet glaze beneath my feet.

    Set everything in abeyance tonight;
    the philosophic mind lays down concern.
    Perpetuate a benediction on
    my dreams, because that’s what I truly yearn.

    To mingle with the universe above,
    while succored by that vast, eternal dome;
    Elysium, I'll find among the orbs,
    where even hopes of mine, have got a home.