There is something about the crickets
Paired with summer nights
Something about nighttime
Sets the atmosphere of dreams into motion
So dreams must be a natural tendency of night
And crickets
The natural announcers
Of the time for dreams
Unseen jewels at dusk
Murmur of water
Rubbing down rocks
The garden’s faint gleam
And left are white diamonds
Elegant on leaves
One night
And the last rain
One hour
Remains for sleep
Rain
Time
Slumber at dawn
They speak about things
Known to us only
Things like darkness shared
First light on skin