A quaint sound touched my mind
while I seeked quiet.
Studded, the starry night,
it spoke of a riot
between some wrong and right.
Steps which we often don’t take
took me to that sound.
Wrapped in the warmth of a street light
is where I found, the quiet.
Yet another wronged
trying to cleanse the conscience.
My quiet was glistening.
Her eyes just made sense.
A listener was all she ever needed
and her song was just what I required.
Her tears invited mine too
as I sat in front of the inspired.
Two cried for their own reasons
and later smiled because the same.
Glistening was the view that night.
I never looked away from those eyes.