The trees sleep
beneath a canopy of indigo
that shrouds the world
in the nebulous haze of light
from myriad distant stars
strewn across an imponderable stillness
which prevails in the sky
and arches over the known world.

As it slumbers in the tranquil realms
that abide in dreams
a'roam at the midnight hour

While a mist wafts over the placid waters
and carpets the rolling hills
that watch over the patchwork fields.

It hovers in the sanctuary of silence
that fills the night air
with the fragrance of eternity.

© D. A. Simpson