Nameless Night

The plink of strings, like gentle falling rain drops, sing sweet songs on patiently waiting leaves. The sky crescendos as the lonely storm passes into dawn. A mellow sun rises to softly kiss the window panes of a wishful life. Fresh eyes wake to warm faces. The sweet smell of a new life softly caresses a lonely cheek. As evening breaks once again the watchful sun, pale clouds return to sing once more. And sun and light descend upon slumber.