As I gaze upon the growing wisteria in this unkempt meadow

In the bleak dark of the night, 

you can see the bright moon 

shimmering down upon this sprouting wisteria 

It’s gleaming twinkling eyes like sinking ships on water

Stares upon the unkempt meadow that I rest in 

As I stare back at the moon 

I lose myself, 

almost entranced by the moons stare

It’s like I can feel the time moving 

I start to forget the time 

How long has it been?

Minutes?

Hours?

Days?

I don’t know

Neither could I care 

All I know is that 

The wisteria begins climbing above new heights

Under the nurturing moonlit night.