Sweet Crickets

Sweet crickets, the tune

You’re playing tempts me to sleep. 

By your tune I will drift off

Better to a place dark and deep. 

The low moon and toads

As well as I are your audience. 

Why, even the saguaro blooms 

Have opened with interest!

The night shall soon bend over 

And kiss my eyelids closed. 

From Earth’s port into the sky

Of oblivion, I shall make my abode. 

But should I judge your tune

To be my favorite solace 

Promise me you’ll return

One night to play for me again.