Song of Night

Our love intones the song of night:
A hymn of scattered trills
and deep crescendoes.
The notes ascend like waterbirds in flight
from rippled pools:
A silhouetted score against the pallid summer sky,
Crooning with the summer's breath
its throaty lullaby.

Upon the rolling fields
is the scent of dewy grass,
Like undulating velvet
draped in folds upon the earth,
Over which the pungent essence
of amour's caress has passed.
The fragrance which has melded with
the brown and earthy skin
Is exhuded and inhaled
in the nostrils of the wind.

And like the wings of gulls returning home,
The panting breath of love
Invades the bosom of a lofty hill at dawn:
Finding there a nest,
the song is quieted to sleep
In timeless hush and wonder,
it abides within the deep.