Sounds of a warzone
Blended with laughter –
They are fortunate
Sounds of a warzone
Blended with laughter –
They are fortunate
Above us – the stars
Talking of our dreams and hopes
Majestic stingray
The stroke of midnight
Entering a world of fiction –
Before one of dreams
Evening air lingers
With the smell of barbecue…
End to a fine day
The patter of rain
Mellowing constant rhythms –
Music of the night
Large orbs of onyx
Mesopotamian eyes –
Lost in desert night
A brilliant white
Branches restricting its light
From claiming the night
The garden at night
Fresh scent of clothes on the line
And the air is cool
The howling wind
Calling out in the darkness
A language I know not
Innocent in day
Menacing eyes in the night
The moon’s reflection