Silver Lights Poem by samuel nze

The night with its silver lights
Caresses my window sill
Night of nights
So calm, so still

Refreshing, that's what I call it
I feel the zest
Ooh, it touches my stomach pit
My soul is at rest.

I shiver with melody
As my body vibrates
With the solemn evening symphony
My head simply rotates

Round and round I swing
Imagining my lover in my arms
I hear Celine sing
The blues and solemn alarms

In my chest begin to sound
With a happiness carefree
Newly found
For my lover and me.