Night Sounds
Across the silence of two a.m.,
a far train’s horn wails,
muffles, fades
someplace way south of here—
then quiet.
The night air still
as candles burning down.
Across the silence of two a.m.,
a far train’s horn wails,
muffles, fades
someplace way south of here—
then quiet.
The night air still
as candles burning down.