Who Can Decipher The Secrets Of Night? (For Lucy W) Poem by DM W

Who can decipher the secrets of night?
The garden is still and bathed in moonlight.
Every bird is sleeping with eyes and wings
Folded. I wonder what they are dreaming
Of; snug in their nests of twigs and thistle.
The fragrant flowers have closed their petals.
Only the surreal insects are stirring;
I can hear their murmurings and chirping.
O I can imagine, that somewhere out there,
Soft, intricate webs of sweet magic are
Now being gently woven; perhaps by
Fairies or similar enchanting sprites.
Perhaps they are busy at work; preparing
The silvery morning dew for late spring.
The silence seems filled with hidden delights.
Who can decipher the secrets of night?