Orphans of The Night-with Grace

Cicada moonlight as Earth hears them rising      
their symphony of wings singing lullabies      
from shadows of darkness sympathizing      
summoning the tides in nature's caravan    
awakening ecstasy drowning in sorrow      
caressing the bark of the trees chiffon      
tasting the pulse of impending death      
orphans of the night leaving only a shell    
becoming a voice in prophesy      
   
Light exits at twilight's gate    
Its hue fading with eerie grace    
shadows long bowed out    
night arrive in its rightful place    
nocturnal habitants rise    
time for calls and songs    
within grey kingdom of the night    
owls hoot as the wind whispers    
those that snuggle in comfort warmth    
let cicadas lullaby fade to dream