It's Midnight Somewhere (after Wayne Hogan)

And there are stars and scars and night flowers 

beyond the stairsteps leading the mind to moon's silvery

shine forecasting maybe harsh daylight,

but for the moment all the trellises take back

the spokes of the blooms and the persistent 

nascent innocence frightening the walls 

and the crawl upward toward the safe pursuit

of life in starlight shedding impressions

of the delicious moon to echo flowers coming soon.