Figments of imagination
Through moonlight
Reflect
Enormous sounds,
Transvestite sirens at midnight
And my thoughts stream on.

A flock of cats
Fly through the bushes
And on into the night,

My love, at last,
Rests, within.
I am calm
Tonight.

Sadness, though hopeful,
Grows
Velvet white flowers.

Soon,
Dawn will break.