Warm evening walking, strolling
full moon clear, crisp in indigo sky
casting shadows, casting light into hidden areas.
Fragrant air of plumeria, jasmine, many exotic blooms,
penetrate senses and focus thoughts
on pleasant odors of the evening.

Strolling past the open grate, foul stench assailing
mental music of fragrant flowers screeches,
fleeing the scene. Mental cacophony invades tranquility.
Make it stop. Come back fragrant air,
Return to me, quiet night music.

Strolling on, a wisp, a tendril of tentative night perfume
caresses my senses and draws me near
Beckons me on into her embrace.
Light mental music begins, thoughts focused
again on night's perfume.

Ahead, another grate,
Tranquil sense and mental music
Tremble in fear of the unknown