Night Sky

let the night sky float down

dressed in stars and leaking liquid moon

through casement windows

whispering to the curling mist

I'm brushed by delicate joy

ready to sing like a night bird

resplendent in full voice

long-veined arms wait

to warm you at my hearth

and cool with naked breath

hurry before dawn intrudes

and turns silver to gold

do not forget the wine

Born in Paris, France, Ami Kaye has traveled much of the world. She holds a Master's degree in Counseling with graduate studies in English literature and criticism. She has worked in the fields of Education and Counseling. Her poems have appeared in various journals and she is working on her third novel.