it was past midnight

on a balmy night

I lay back

on a comomile lawn

 

there lay before me

a creamy feast for the eyes

luminous bands of stars

stretching across the sky

 

the charming seven sisters beaming with broad smiles

a five jewelled glistening harp

the northern cross disguised as a beautiful swan shimmering in the milky sky

the lion shining bright making the virgin to its east blush

 

intoxicated with comomile perfume

and hypnotized by the hooting owl

I took comfort in the arms of Morpheus

and the milky way disappeared