Night fugue, sheer rocking chair predilection,
serenity, discreet subtle benign backdrop,
stillness, after hour spotless moonlit blush,
pearlescent pin drop that mute ear prick, 
black ink curtain’s gaunt phantom cordon,
for dream world bereft of burden or angst,
squeaking window, drawn blinds, mild whisper,
sigh in satin pillow, taut relief, lax swoon,
tangible silent wall on shrunken quietude,
I saunter, loose limb aplomb, without fear,
heart of nocturne, poised placid stark lull,
mystic star nebula to cocoon my vital spark,
auric ally with nagging tension purged,
perception from an idyllic hushed zone, 
sublime susurrus, slackens earthly cross,
melding with charcoal tarp that sonic,
buffer to  a water weave acoustic,
that might instill nirvana bound  bliss, 
ghostly figure wink under amber lamp post,
quite symbolic of  an unplumbed ataraxia, 
that so rife numinous emergent dawn,
butterfly and bee mimic I am as migrant,
one sentient being who must flit between,
dual sedative soothing poles apart,
gamut where dew beadlet on mint stem,
has a mellowing sway on rapid pulse,
soft orange, pink, lilac, whose balmy palette,
a scenic cleanser to the stricken taxed visual,
meek babble from sunrise rill at faint pitch,
bird chirp in grass cup has this fragile ring amidst,
the tranquil cockcrow of my daisy chain spirit