Voices in the dark

The crickets trill
A night-owl hoots,
And in the darkness
Frogs rejoice by Monsoon pools.
To the rhythm of your heart…
In the quiet mist of your breath
I wonder how unbearably quiet
This Night would be without
These sounds I take so for granted…
A desolate world where
Only my deepest fears would
Resonate in the emptiness
Like a fog-horn’s unending dirge…
So I drink in the sounds of the night,
And draw you closer to me…