Moonsong

Moonsong

A poem by

Jude Kyrie

The perfume of forever
Is sweet in the night air.
This night and I will be
friends before it fades.
We will know each other’s Secrets
before the intrusion of breaking day.
I stand drinking
the heady nectar of heaven
Intoxicated by the soft velvet night.
But sobered by the candled moonlight
And the night jasmine
singing gentle lullaby’s  in its beams.
Tomorrow can bring sleep
For tonight I cling like ivy to the wall
To drain the last sweetness of the night.