A place at night

While the flying bugs
above the black lake water
are writing their last words
as life gets shorter


and while chaotic calm winds
create rythm with the trees
to keep this place secret
from the those who will it besiege


While black clouds of ravens
blindens the shining moon
and while the last butterfly
is leaving it's cocoon


while the storm is put to sleep
by a wolfpack howling
their song about burning
stars that are falling.


While cactus flowers bloom
but hide in darkness
shy because of beauty
yet shrouding in kindness


and while a scent of rain and grass
makes me feel at home once more
I dare to rest, safe and sure
that I've been at this wonderful place before