Midnight skies

Reflected back by water

Magically sparkling

Little round grapes

Hanging off a vine

Flowers shooting up from the ground

Little round buds

The enchanted night

Hiding secrets

Stretching on and on

The moon is the only beacon

Breaking through the sky

Majestic romance

Under the clouds

Continues to intertwine its spark

Until sunrise

Where the mystical color of the night

Lightens in shadows

And is gone at last.