Saturday, January 20, 2007

Night Gardens

The night has rooms
of breath and presence.

There are gardens
where silence
is a nightingale.

There are alcoves
where we can pause
to be each other.

You lead me inwards
into a bud of twilight,
an enfolding
of our living-space.

Within my eyes
You wash
the ruby blossoms
of passion.

The Night Garden: Roberta Weir (C)