Mirror of night

Come back, night there away smell
Frangipani calling the wind
As moon slips into the bush
And the silent building sets in
A few leaving the gate
Evenings’ trace winning the glory
Riverbed also dreaming
As water allows the night
To carry the breaths
Into the island where a tone
The riding horse and the dust behind
Like a man’s journey in and into the sea
Saw the glory? And earth
Calling the roots
As ocean drowning inside water
Mountains rising rigid
From heart, blowing with the green
And grass whispering where water starts…