the A.M. nightlight

a sleep-laden head makes its rest in the grass
as sharp whistling winds become her synonym for peace.
the distant howl of wolves add to the midnight soundtrack
while a deciduous tree scrapes the backdrop-sky
which underlays a cream colored moon: the A.M. nightlight.
beautiful blue eyes hide behind downward-brushed eyelids
as warm air leaves the nostrils
of the fairest creature under heaven's gaze.
her almond-brown hair lays serenely
over soft, green, grassy blades
uprising from cool-temperatured soils.
her overcoat being her dreaming head's pillow
and her nightgown lightly flowing
over her elegant body's formation
and all the while imagination contrives her dream...
a sun-washed beach with monotonous waves
yet calmly inviting her presence
to be playfully tossed about in the waters.
seagulls vociferate in the distance
making calls clearly heard for yards.
her dream and her reality compose a contrast
which remains nameless by my tongue.
i watch and continue watching
from within my clever mind's eye.
thus writes the story i will continue to pen in future events.