Night Song by Nadia Sohn Fink

 

Sitting on the tile stairs

Waiting til the night comes

Yellow helps each stare

Talk until the night comes

Kindling of another kind

Listens to red notebooks

Welds that hold within time

Clouds, embers, notebooks

Red’s the friend of the night

Under the alternating light 

Kneeling at the flight’s edge 

Hovering, halting, stalling 

With the parting night’s edge

We, listening then falling 

Stood fast, night receding 

Seconds until burning sun

Marks the sky, keeps bleating

Until moon becomes the one 

Red’s the friend of the night

Under the alternating light 

Let the intermission yawn

Room to finish reading

Door made to fit dawn

Plugged in through feeling

Red, the friend of the night

Under the alternating light