Silhouettes
of trees
against the fathomless dreams
of a star-dusk'd sky.
Silvery nets
on leaves
woven from the moon's soft beams
shaken by a wild bird's cry.
Beauty,
breathless,
on the wings of moths, in the noise
of water falling through the ferns.
Ecstasy,
tremulous,
in the moment's joyous poise,
fragrant with the kiss of a love that
yearns.

—"M."