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 will soon bend over

And kiss my eyelids closed.

From Earth’s port into the sky

Of oblivion, I will go.

But should I judge your tune

To be my favorite solace

Promise me you’ll return

One night to play for me again.