Deep into the abyss.

Many things go amiss.

Sharp beams shooting across and then back.

Lighting up the dismal black.

The sparks of penetrating light,

become mixed with twilight.

Showing impressions of thought,

stable, and coming to naught.

Darkness is overtaken by -

the sparks in the sky.

Revealed to be the light from a fire-fly.

Fire-flies fly around

without a sound.

The only noise that is heard,

is from the crickets in the tall grass.

Water droplets of dew

can be seen glistening like glass.

The mind is cleared

hanging out here.

It is a safe place

that I call my space.

The backyard at dawn

has become a safe haven.

I enjoy the peaceful serene

and all the wild things,

while gazing out across my lawn.