Awake at the watchman’s hour
to singing outside my bedroom
I thought we had none.
This night had been consummated
I can feel your smirk
your intelligent justification by too much reason.
No, I wasn’t drinking.
Beyond my bedroom
Window two angels came to set me
because the sounds they made
was not of this Earth.
The midnight sun came down to Earth
this night and sang me a lullaby.
It was my Monastic call to be.
And I felt myself being reshaped
into something new.
And the October moon was
smiling as the rest of the
while I sat and listened to my celestial duet.
Were they nightingales?