Who is the woman who sings in the night,
passing my window about 4am,
Veiled in blue shadows and sheens of twilight,
What do her vocalizations portend?
How many times have I slept through her song,
Vague haunting softness which echoes and streams?
Is this the first time she wanders along,
Has she accompanied Countless dark dreams?
Sings she of triumph or true love or joy?
Is there regret in her strange melody
Does she seek at this odd time to annoy,
Envying those in safe comfort and sleep?
Now, in the darkness, again I'm alone,
Growing more distant, her lilting voice leaves.
As she sings onward she shall never know,
What comfort came of her brief company.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
6/23/11
