Let the night sky be the stage,
Spotlights countless surrounding
The moonlit rays,
The twinkling stars crowding
The snaking, cosmic haze.
Dark midnight does not condemn
The pagan dance, the Christian play-
Losing oneself to a mystic realm
Where imagination preys
Is easy enough if the soul refuses to stem.
The audience of this foolishness
Is the swaying pines and blackened clouds,
Gentle rain rushing down to kiss
Threatening and hesitant lips proud
Of their mischief and even sinful bliss.
To stubborn ears the night speaks not aloud-
Let its sky be your only witness.
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