Stifling Summer Nights

humid night lays a blanket
over a fretful sleeper
waiting for midnight

2am

where has the wind gone?
all the voices have fallen silent
and the sky too bright
from below
to contemplate
the stars

Nightmare

morning light warms
the coldest nights
and banishes
a dream renounced

Constellations

The stars of memory
always seem brighter
than those of tonight’s sky

And the ones of tomorrow
promise the overwhelming
brilliance
of gigantic suns

But both of them are
mirages
and personal
falsehoods

Night Sky

Lonesome lithesome
Frail blue night
Starry whispers
Shadowed flight

Nightscape

mournful saxophones
conjure
nighttime streets
cities wet after rain
and a pain that bruises
gently on touch

Stargaze

Waking with the moon
A horned owl
Reflects stars
In its eyes

Daddy’s Girl

Like the veil of a bride
Tender falls the night
Around your sleeping head.
The moon as your attendant
Watches with shy pride
While leaves tap on the window —
Harbingers of future courtiers.

Nightfall

Racing the sunset
A flock of pigeons fly home
Night rouses awake

Stone Sentry

In the tingling cold
The lion’s mane
Grows large and bold
Coated by a gentle snow
His stone façade
Becomes a show
Of tranquil night
And calming deep
A vigilant guard, at last
Asleep