The Night That Was

A serpentine breeze did embrace
The night enveloped in a speckled mist.
The clouds scattered in velvet grace
As the grass tastes the dew's silent kiss.

The earth, fragrant from the rain,
Embraced the luminescent moon.
The fresh leaves shivered in sweet pain.
The rumble of thunder not a moment too soon.

A silver streak shattered the sky,
As a myth was brought to life.
The mortal would but question why,
The maker sends beauty with strife.

The pioneers of heavenly indulgence,
Were the first few drops of rain.
Lost fragments of a secret's divulgence,
They come together as one, again.

The pleasure of existential bliss
Leaves me at a reasons loss.
All the glory and might that is his,
Epitomised in the night that was...