nocturne

at the exact moment

when the night kisses the day

and a fine line stitches

yesterday to today

unfurl your canvas across the sky

made from sturdy nocturnal cloth

look left and right, i'm there

my canvas steady, waiting

for a southerly breeze whispering

are you ready

    are you ready

        are you ready

for this dance:

exploding clouds of white moths

flitting across the endless expanse