The Mysteries Of The Night Poem by RIC BASTASA

after the rain
you go back to the garden

below the rustic palms
and the old mango tree

you sit upon
a bench

the air is cool
you contemplate
deeply

now the trees are
speaking to you
and they are grieving

you listen
to the footsteps of the ants

you feel the softness of
butterfly wings all over your skin

your mind scatters
like fireflies

the night makes an
agreement with you

you shall be muted
to keep the secrets of this
silent moments