I Sing The Night Alive

Alone, I hold the shimmer of you

Between fingers splayed,

As they play the music of your name.

 

Alone, the moon washes away

The burden of distance

Within the numinous glow of the star-saturated night.

 

Trees, ripe with pendulous branches

Sway to the hum of temptation

And brush the waiting earth

With tremulous forethought.

 

And, so clothed in cloak of leaf and bark,

I turn to you

And sing the night alive.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

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gosh I am so glad you stumbled onto my page, so giving me the opportunity to read your words, this is stunning..not only is the title just a highlight of orginality, the poem opens up into a stunning array of clever descriptive verse and interesting word play...delightful