maybe it's the scent of midnight
of spring grasses and cool air
feeling more than alive
or the sleeping moon
in a quieter sky
where I can listen with open eyes
finding Saturn nestled in Virgo
an old man and redemption
reaching toward the pristine finger of God
entranced in the swirl of the stars
swept into a mystic dream
dancing on the edge of everything
my essence bleeds into the night
my heart beating in rhythm
ethereal and grand
I am a whisper
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral