A Poet's Romantic Night Poem by jennifer courtnay lord

If I cannot capture in this light.
The beauty which I see tonight.And,

And an ear be all, I have for sight.
I call to your attention then,

To attend to these, the most melodic sounds,
Of a poet's romantic night.

I hear the moon slide between the clouds.
The balmy breezes driven effortlessly through
the willing trees.

The night's dark coat of formality,
Carries the air of sweet scented melody.

As, darkness applauds days' delight,
It's vigil over, says...

Night is come. Day is done.I hear,
The wings of angels....

Flickering, dickering, like candlelight,
Carry the message of day's end.

A message lightly sent by lute strings.
Their strands gently,

Humming, strumming, numbing me.
I call upon you then, to attend,
To these,

The most melodic sounds of a poet's
Romantic night.