The Garden At Midnight Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Jumping, jumping- over the candles
In all of its wishes
Over the birthdays: foxes leaping for the
Cleavage of the grapes:
Leaping, leaping and making music to themselves:
And this is the cathedral of its lighthouses,
And this is how its feral civilizations become
Uncivilized:
Holding out its wrists like candy, while enjoying the
Soft and even lights of its living room
That the goldfish live in,
While the jasmine get out into the garden at midnight
And tell their ten thousand stories,
While all of her fellows are crossing the road:
And the music boxes turn with their wound
Up amusements,
As the sea beckons and then returns into the grottos
Which are not yet explored.