[poem] Night Life, Andoy Castellano, 12 May 2006

Night Life
Andoy Castellano

Crickets chirp in the cold air outside
and there is silence
save for the radio kept on till morning
The sun has long set
and it is near and coming
walking outdoors there are no shadows
no wind but it is getting cold
Moths dance with the light
The lizards stalk prey
still the silence could not be put off
there is a variety of sounds
and there is a texture to the silence
Not eerie, but almost quaint
The night is a demure and almost prudish
This is such a time when one wonders why
man sleeps
and not make love to such beauty
as the varied silence of the night

-=0=-

I wrote the original some twenty plus years ago. I did some editing
but kept as much of it as possible.

--andoy
12 May 2006