in moments 
this time there is
the essence of you
in the air

images hung neatly
against the stark sky

a full moon
inside a room

enticement from 
the audible sounds 
of your PA accent

music billowing out
the smoke stack
of a steam engine

a string of lights
glistening like
a tomato touched
with dew
floats and never
seem to end

I slumber
in moments