love in the night*

I’m awake in the dark 

when the wind is voiceless 

when the only refrain 

heard again and again 

is “love in the night; love in the night.” 

In a lake of stars, alive 

held by polished water 

I part the firmament 

and the heavens are hazy 

through dewy lashes 

Ringed by rippling halos 

our faces peer out 

surveying 

and while my ears are submerged 

i sense the words 

whispered though they are 

*Title courtesy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's short story of the same name

*Image from RocDornbrook