A Mysterious Party
Ann WJ White

The country cottage,
surrounded by evening light,
is host to the many fireflies,
nightbirds and shadowed creatures. 

The building wears a 
mask of civility under the 
languid heat of summer night.
Strange voices project from the treeline.

Stars hold the brightness 
near lamps down low, seeking
the dancing of the moon and her friends.
They share a strange bottle of time.

For years, those who wore the mask
of mysterious circumstances
came under the stars
to show their longing. 

Insects sang with their viols, 
while they zoomed flirting,
telling fables of treasures
enchanted world long ago.