Newport Beach, CA, USA
Nights Like This
On nights like this, too cold for sleep, I think
of you. At 3am the sky is deep
with stars, the moon hangs low above the roof
tops. Shadows weave themselves like ghosts at play
between the houses. Far away I hear
the early tide approach the shore.
was ours on nights like this, to walk along
and fashion dreams from salt and sand. Those nights,
too cold to sleep alone, we played at love
like children play at growing up. I was
your Cinderella, you the prince who came
to spirit me away to some far-off
enchanted castle made of sand.
Like this, I think of you and how your eyes
would fill my room with light as soft as fall
ing snow. The shadows taught us how to touch
in whispers, like the moon would touch the waves.
Too cold for sleep, I think of you, and how
your body's heat could make me shiver as
a woman will, alone, on nights like this.
© Beki (1989)