He took a breath, yet no words came.
His heart fluttered, only for a moment.
A drum, slowly beating life’s tune.
A song long forgotten, a melody tried and true.
The words began to dance and a fire turned blue.
His feet tapped and his body sprang;
His heart fluttered, his heart sang.
So he danced in the twilight, to a tune he could no longer hear.
And he was happy.
He sat and heard the crickets chirp
He waited and saw the fireflies dance
The sun set and he felt a breeze
His hand gripped the Earth, dirt cascading from his fingers to the gentle grass.
He took a deep breath and smiled, as he knew summer was at an end.
Crimson red fades to midnight blue
Caught in twilight, night wakes
Breathing, calculating, ever holding
Dreams stir and the world begins to turn
Shadows creep, daylight seeps.
Tomorrow seems so far, yet the first hint of morning’s light.
Morning. Morning has come and gone.
To the Moon 