December 28, 2013

Nocturne by Richard Schnap

He always felt better in the night
As if the shadow that haunted him by day
Faded in the arms of a greater darkness
It was then he became more alive
His senses sharpened so that he heard
Voices in the vast silence of another world
He listened to the soliloquy of the wind
An old man destined to sweep the earth
Like an immortal janitor who’d been born to it
The rain beating like a thousand drummers
An immense symphony in a timeless music
That was always the same and always different
But too soon the black curtain would rise
And the sun would climb up inch by inch
To bring a sad finale to his secret masterpiece
Until once again he could raise his eyes
To count the stars caught in the sky’s web
The jewels in the sable hair of his beloved mistress
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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