May Nights

May Night 2004

A may night of chimes
     and whippoorwill,

The evening air is
  intimately still,

A breeze or two whispers,
    in between,

A feeling felt but not to
    be seen,

Waves of air stir the
    warm night,

The moon above shines round
    and bright,

As beams of light follow
    the wisps,

Kissing the night with
    gentle lips.

Now it is time to say
     good night,

Of the evening I have taken
     my bite.