The Night It Speaks


Photo by Roberto Nickson from Pexels

Sometimes on a starlit night,

The world opens,

Speaking from the darkness.

Not voices,

Just the quiet beauty of the night wind

Aimlessly flapping at my shutters.

So I am kept awake,

Fearing that this strange significance,

Having found me here,

Will steal away again if I sleep.



Stephen Joseph

Poetry and Pop Culture is the name of the game. Stephen is an author living in Rochester with his wife and two children.