THE NOTES OF MIDNIGHT

THE NOTES OF MIDNIGHT

Soft words of silver cascade wetly from their spring 
over softened rock before fanning into glimmering
droplets under which, face upturned, she
enters on introductions of sweetened water.

Her beginning is my history. Soothings of laughter
uncover purples of melody aged over years into
aquifers unseen and beyond a previous touch.

Open fields of fall red, and September amber, dance. They
undulate and sway in a movement timed to
her barefoot walk as I follow holding...her shoes.

Reaching back she coaxes the soul of my soul with

            subtle hints of cherry blossoms
            recordings by the grooves in a moment
            suppleness to stiffness along the tracings of a kiss 
            to rhythms cast by dotted flickers

Between ascentions from the notes of midnight.