Sitting with the fresh spring night
doves signal their return
to each other on the branch
we settle together
to wait for the first stars
Quiet breeze rises to remind me again
of the delicate new leaves
who rustle and dance
in dim light around me
their song like a kiss
To my ears
but it is my soul
that holds closely
the hearts who have lost
and to whom the night air
brings no comfort
For them, only the faint touch
of hope and stillness
do I wish could be felt tonight
under the first silvered light
here with me
~
la tyson
lei fraser 