Auric sliver of rich chased after by stars,
creating a easy blue ocean of lavender
Waiting to crack, they sway in the wind,
pulled by the tides, yanked by the moon.
Dark shadows flit over crickets that sing,
rich music notes filling the valley of stone.
Midnight velvet blanketing half the world,
comforting a delicate bird taking flight.
Those feathers fall over the garden,
blown by the overhanging crescent.
Gilded chains drag it down, enchanting it,
so it is now the night scarecrow's prize.