Out Of The Night

The singer sang a soft refrain, standing so still out in the rain. With such emotion she did sing to whom this song, did appertain. As peaceful as a lullaby, her voice rose up and touched the sky. Gentle on both the heart and mind, like a freed bird, her notes did fly. Who was she trying to persuade, would she be leaving here dismayed. As over hair and down her coat, water tumbled in a cascade. Out of the night his voice did sound, as he traversed the sodden ground. With arms outstretched he called her name, and knew that here his bliss he’d found. © Ernestine Northover