All of these
little lights some 
far a few 
near they twinkle 
and glow and 
dance in the 
darkness paired with 
shadows as partners 
none sing very 
few even hum
but dance they
do in the 
dark for what’s 
a little light 
ever else to
do but dance 

I am more 
quiet than loud
nowadays moving around 
nary a peep 
maybe a laugh 
I do talk
to my trash 
bin it’s automatic 
opening its lid
whenever I’m close 
guess I do
talk to it 
for it reminds 
me of your 
hands always reaching 
when I’m near

Waking before you 
I watch and 
listen before rising 
to open and 
make before returning 
and sometimes no
usually most times 
you have moved 
occupied my side 
like a little 
soldier taking a 
town in some 
strange land and 
declaring it yours

Twilight has no 
twin sister this 
side of day
no quiet slowing 
ebb from dark 
she this night 
simply sits and 
stares west like 
she’s hearing something 
dawn is different 
in the mountains 

More like murmur
maybe even purr
sounds like coo
even that too
the affection sounds 
tiny simple mews
hushed deep sighs 
prompting your turn 
and my attention 
fingers through hair 
head to chest 
and the dreams 
that these moments 
ever do make 
in quiet sounds
and soul songs