Night Song

 

Night Song

I sit quietly 

in the night, 

surrounded 

by stillness.

The darkness

is its own reward. 

In the distance,

classical guitar music

floats on the summery breeze.  

A stranger's voice,

mellow and alluring,

parts the night

with a lyrical language,

unknown to me, 

and night dissolves

into a slow tempo

of song and infinity

Published by Poetry Quarterly