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