Spring Night

All she needs to do now

Lean her elbows on the window sill

Stare at the million stars

Listen to the chirping crickets

In the distance last train to nowhere

By the mountain disappears

She’s come to stay

And gaze at the mist

In her heart

As it disperses with this suffering

Of space and time

So sweetly

Captures the key so long hidden

To open her so long captive soul

And a gust of wind

Unexpected

Moves back her hair

So as to consolidate

Her whole presence

With the place

Which bird is that?

So used to see them come

When these serious communions

With Mother Nature start

Only to suggest that she has

A deeper insight

To the semblance

The eye which always observes it all

And the inner voice

Repeats

That old melody again

The solitude of your shadow

Was never vanquished

Still some sounds

The cascade makes

It’s your cleansing reward

Early cascades of spring

Flowers already shine

At the sight of the light

Of the night

She so well understands

This dialogue

Between her heart

And the distance.

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I must thank my dear LARRY today, for such beautiful poem... dear readers, you can't miss it!