Night Song
I sit quietly
in the night,
surrounded
by stillness.
The darkness
has its own reward.
In the distance,
classical guitar music
floats on the summery breeze.
A stranger's voice,
mellow and alluring,
parts the darkness
with a lyrical language,
unknown to me,
and night dissolves
into a slow tempo
of song and infinity.
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Previously Published by Poetry Quarterly Winter 2013
I always enjoy sharing poetry at Book Readers heaven, but this one I especially loved...Beautiful isn't it...
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