Midnight Mambo
Midnight's Mambo
The window swings open
night pours through, filling the room
with its blackness and its magic.
Sounds of the restless city
whirl and spin on restlessness –
pulsing in the darkness.
Rhythms of the midnight’s mambo
sway above dreamers sleeping –
weaving in the dark drowsy spells.
And, though the city rests in sleep,
the streets still nodding waltz
in tempo with her moon time blues.
A restive hum softly
speaks of passing day to lay
a hand of peace upon the night.
And when the morning sun
races moonlight tripping over day,
city sounds meld into midnight sighs.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2023
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