The somber night sky,
reflected in the deep,
navy pavement. Bright,
yellow walls beckon outward
from the protective shade of
a vintage awning.
A lamplight’s glow encompasses
a sanctuary in ember starlight;
A welcoming beacon
to a wayfaring soul,
who often speaks of beauty
while others cast their eyes in
the opposite direction.
Countenances of strangers gather
among scents of amaretto and cigars,
Clinking glasses and indistinct
conversations fill the silence of the night.
The echoes of forgotten solitude
ascend to the heavens
where the hushed, yet vivacious joy
is reflected in the
eyes of the stars.