Night Sounds

The silver sound is carried through the night,

Gliding on the wisps of wind,

That brush against the windowsill,

And whisper softly into the waiting ears,

Of those who seek something greater still.

It visits while the recipient,

Lays in bed, fast asleep,

Caught in the throes of nocturnal fancies,

And nudges the edges of their consciousness,

Telling them that some hopes should be believed.

It is in the sounds of the crickets symphony,

And the thrum of cars on the street,

And the owl's long hoots in the dark

And the patter of stray water drops,

Reminding us that nothing is beyond our reach,

If we choose to keep our dreams