Carpe Noctem
How magical , mysterious , ethereal
is the shroud of Night .
It's weight on my skin , it's embrace -
a warm kiss on sleepless lips .
Through dim panes I see trees sway
against transient clouds ,
and stars try to hide .
On far horizons lightning flashes –
so distant it's bereft of thunder .
In green canopies nightbirds flirt to a symphony –
the Katydid's and Cicada's
staccato songs reach a crescendo ,
then wane into quiet reverence .
Fragrances are aloft from perfumers ,
borne from unseen chambers .
I pause - and with arms frail and trembling -
reach into Life itself
and feel it's pulsing heart .
While worlds slumber , an empassioned soul
whom the Day will not receive
and the Night will not release ,
dances timeless in this caress .
With outstretched arms
and wind in face
in primal embrace -
we kissed the kiss of life ,
this Night and I .
