The Nightjars

As dusk hours darken the skies ever later Crepuscular creatures return Strisores awaken the heathland As the heat of the day still rises from the earth. Quietness blankets the world in black So silent I hear only noise Yet over the volume of nothingness The nightjars are back with their voice. The trilling incessant and echoing through The forest, rebounds from the trees Bringing the woodlands alive at night As the sound travels far on the breeze. Pausing only to breathe and break their song. As I hold my breath to silence my body Closing my eyes to strain and not to miss A single note in their evening aria. As I retire to my chamber Window open to allow warm breeze Finally as sleep creeps into my mind The nightjars commence their diminuendo The noise of the night retreats Inky blackness taking over the sky Dreams float through the dark Accompanied by the memories of the day.