Gauze of Midnight
Under the gauze of midnight, where the mirrored starlight wanes
boughs of the aging branches range in the city’s floodlit lanes
like the arms of assembled sentinels, who saluted you as you came
then recruited the shadows in your wake to softly repeat your name
Softly they hold your name, my love, as a breeze will hold the song
two smiling, gently sighing lips released to the game of alone
like falling stars, the words reduce the dark, if not for long
but a flash of light is enough for a sight of the ground and the path to home
