Can you hear
A moth, and its rhythmic wing beat
And the susurrus electric of fireflies
as their iridescent pulses pale the veneer

It swallows day and it’s droning light
The throng of foxglove and Selene
hypnotic aromas velvet over skin
beads of dewy nectar moist – tannins that warm

pupils wide and starry eyed catch
the ivy magic tremulous and enchanting
while night winds incite our immutable souls
Their rich texture awakens our senses

To dance, our mortal memories waltz
to the song of elemental green and Peridot
burnished air and breath of Josephine
sequestered we flourish in the night symphony

words © malai carrara
Photography ©Nausher Banaji