Night, shot with stars,

I hold my breath

when I gaze upon the liquid light as it punctuates the soft skies.

Night, hold me close,

as I breathe in its secrets and your warm folds envelope me like youth

holds onto promise.

Night, show me love,

and memories, and tenderness from my younger years.

Night speak softly,

Usher in sweet sounds of country - of crickets, of thrushes, of wind.

Night, don't forget to open your window

and face the morning's light to start anew, and keep your promise.

by Carol