Nocturne
Lee Evans
The fallow field was like a spangled cloak
Of twilight spread before us, sequined
With bioluminescent abdomens
Of earthbound angels wandering through the grass.
Sunset was disappearing, outshone by
The bright and evening star which swelled and pulsed
As though it were about to writhe in birth,
And so reveal new mysteries to the world.
We watched in silence as the stars above
Peeked timidly below as though the night
Was not sufficiently advanced for them
To counter the sublunary display—
And held each other’s hand, merged in the gloom,
Cool with intrinsic light, like fireflies.