A Ploy

It’s a ploy of the night to seek out solitary souls

When wandering by the day has not been pleasant

A gentle nudge by the moon to initiate a dialogue

Rejected by the busyness, it’s time to talk passionately

Transformation of dark carves a comforting abode

Walking aimlessly through passage of eternity

Secrets to be shared enthusiastically with stars

While some may disintegrate into nothingness

In tranquillity being aware of another world

From a cocoon emerges a celestial grandeur