Night: A sequence of Photographs

After his voice,
when the stars extend tenderly against
the night sky, silence becomes all that
I breathe; a wistful sigh lost in reverie.

The moon hangs in the boughs--
its radiance illuminates all, plays the most
gentlest of melodies, as if he knew of my
solitude before even I, and sent love
into the shadows to be my companion.

- Cherilyn
2/14/08 10:03pm