Blink for me
lightning 
bug.

Sing for me
cricket
legs.

Soar for me
winged 
bat.
 
I am merely human
and cannot be 
what you are 
so freely. 

I ask of you—
though I have no claim—
be my soul guide 
through the night.

This wondrous world—
gifted to unworthy me. 

The lyrics to “Cricket Legs” were inspired by this poem. I wrote “Night Hour” sitting on my back patio, watching the evening turn to night.

Fireflies lit up the grass, glowing dots winking in and out. A bat dodged overhead and the crickets began to sing.

I hope I was able to capture some of the serenity I felt amidst the comforting chaos of night.