An Evening to Wonder

It's only at night
That quiet sounds come out
The muffled cries of doomed hopes
Swallowed by the dark
Hugging the grim spaces
Between ripe overhead lights.

A rustling, strolling breeze
Whispers through the trees
And passes on
In the heavy distance
A dog howls furiously
At its echo.

It's only at night
I can sit wrapped in silence
Of weighty, slippery thoughts,
To hear the tactile roar
Of the road pushing a car along.
Marvel,
At what delicate perfection
Perches on the shoulder
Of the evening