Last night the moon rose in an inky sky and
I watched the stars blink into being one by one over the
Expanse of a glittering city.
Moisture from the air impregnated the open pages in my lap
I annotated a gold-embossed book
Using a pen dipped in the breathless sunset.
The mesquite tree hung low and leafy
Kissing its shadow to the lonely ground while the
Pages turned in my moonlit hand and the
Words slid off the paper and permeated my dreams.