NOCTURNE

Silky legato conjures night –

Not black spaces empty of light,

But the sparkling spans of spangled skies –

Brightness blinking like bewitching eyes.

As I watch your hands cross keyboards

And gifted fingers tap complex chords,

My dreams dance to other thoughts of night,

Realms we could explore in coupled flight.

The prelude ends and your face shines,

Magically composed by feminine lines;

And smiles and words engage my senses
With attendant hopes in future tenses.