Entranced

Crystalline stars weave across the whirling sky; so careless, so alive, The swirling mists, a tinged blend of the seasons, bound together, The echo of an eagle's call, sounding over a bottomless lake, A cicada's song so shrill and resonating, The sound of distant waves, crashing against shore, Again, Again, Again, Together, forming enchanted chords only the night can bring; one so foreign to those who truly listen, It is a haunting tune, keeping the earth's rhythm in time, Spreading like a veil, tearing, and clawing furrows into charcoal haze that surrounds. Standing here, I cannot comprehend the song. And it saddens me to think, that there is such an otherworldly melody I cannot hear, and such feral beauty I cannot begin to imagine, Frightening, that I am ignorant of something the world knows. Though fear has led me here, and though I am blind and deaf to its existence, I am still entranced, By the night's song.