Night fugue, a rocking chair revelry,
 tranquility,  a  subtle benign backdrop,
stillness after hour moonlit blush,
pearlescent pin drop muted by night, 
black ink curtain’s gaunt phantom  cordon,
to dream world bereft  of burden or angst,
squeaking window, drawn blinds,
svelte whisper,
sigh in satin pillow, anxious relief,
tangible wall silent wall as quietude,
I saunter, loose limb aplomb, without  dread,
heart of nocturne,  poised placid stark lull,
mystic star nebula to fire the imagination,
auric ally with  tension purged,
perception from idyllic hushed zone, 
sublime susurrus, slackens earthly cross,
melding with charcoal tarp that    sonic,
buffer to  a water down acoustic,
that might  instill a  heaven bound  bliss, 
ghostly figure wink under amber lamp post,
is this a symbol of deep contentment,
as that other wondrous realm the dawn emerges,
butterfly and bee mimic that I am,
that sentient being who flits between,
dual sedative soothing poles apart,
gamut where dew beadlet on green stalk,
has a mellowing sway on rapid pulse,