(again, edited)
A Far-Off Whistling
This passing moon breaks the night
like a breath only I can feel
Another windy night amplifies
a far-off whistling, sounds -
(something like Arabic music)
like so many unknown wings in flight . . .
The mysteries of love grow profound
with wild and white blossoms
(I’m sure, for someone)
I feel the soulful embrace of
the dark night and nothing more
Deborah Russell, © 2005
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