until then

in a while i'll close my eyes,
until then
tell me again...
so in my room late at night

with the window open...
trains passing in the distance,

i hear the music from nearby homes
alive on summer nights,

voices of people and their melodies
come to me over fields,
i'll think of nights that could be magic;
and with music playing fall asleep.

Annie said...

In the quiet of the night, every sound is memorable, and something about the cadence and imagery of your poem is both melancholy and peaceful at the same time. Wishing you magic.
from Monday, July 09, 2012