I made this night for you:
crafted every star,
brushed the sky’s
velvet nap to be
now black as
loneliness,
now deepest blue.
I smoothed the edges of the
moon,
marked its face with thumbprints,
made it
shimmer,
so you would smile.
I
dappled the grass with
moisture
to wash your feet,
and hung the
scent of
magnolia
over the darkened paths.
I
hushed the traffic
to hear you
breathe, and called
the
trickle of wind
that lifts your hair.
I made this night for you
and it is almost
wonderful enough
to be worthy.