Sit like a mountain

Wake at night
to the howling wind,
listen to the music
under the ground.

Watch the city sleep
like the dead,
as you alone
drink the silence
and the dark.

Soon the moon
will go under
the clouds,
as day is born
to those leaves
dying in autumn sun.

Still, the night
holds me with
its whisper,
it calls shadows
that I cannot reach.

I sit like a mountain,
only a candle’s flame
separating me from
midnight.