Realm Of The Night Poem by Night Flyer

Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries
Welcoming me back into its arms
High over swaying pines
In the cool winds of November
Calling me from mystical dreams
With its song of echoing crickets
An icy sapphire window of sky
Framed by a ring of tree tops
Like a shimmering golden crown
A portrait of infinity with its patterns of stars
Arranged like a latticework of crystals in
a purple tapestry
Blazing down their platinum upon this cosmic
Autumn scene.