It is still tonight and the melted moon sheds a silver peace on dazzled rooftops.
No distant trains, no siren streets, no drunken song from men too married for their liking. even small animals only whisper their calls and all is well.
I am at peace heavy limbs ache with joy. A bed beckons a soft of sheets a warmth of stories.
”I will arise and go now”(1) to the upper room to dream of seas and shells and listen all night to the surf’s soft sighing