Poem: Night’s Serenade

The soft serade of nightly noise 
infects my soul with longing sighs, 
and letting go, my heart enjoys
the nightbird's sudden cries. 

The blackened sky, the twinkling stars, 
the dewy smell of grassy field. 
No headlights, no obnoxious cars.
So to the night my dreams I yield.

What comes may come, I'll sit and see, 
what songs are sung, I'll listen on, 
for only beauty here can be, 
and so I stretch myself and yawn.