Listening Poem by Skylark Woodrow

The perfume of flowers washes over me.
It is night,
The night being a time of rest and peace.
The moon smiles gently from above,
And bestows his rays upon my hair,
Upon my face,
Upon my skin.
It dances the dance of the moon,
Of wonder,
Of enchantment.
I close my eyes and listen to all that is around me.
To be here,
In the moonlight,
Amid the trees,
It soothes my soul.
The beauty of this night-world captures my heart.
I sit and listen to its whisperings of days gone by,
Of things unseen,
Of secrets only it could tell,
In a language only it knows.
I sit and listen,
Turning these things over in my mind,
And I will sit and listen until my head learns and knows all the things my heart is told.

(20.4.18)