The evening is calm and clear, with stars brushing the sleeping earth. I wander beneath their watchful gaze, as the cool air sways overhead.

I listen to the night, as crickets keep their chorus, reminding, urging dreams to rise beneath the silent moon’s glow.

Oh, how I long to walk in this peace, bathed in all that is still and near— a harmony found in the darkness, where nature’s sighs bring comfort.

• Sara Teasdale