When darkness falls, we snuggle tight
and listen to the rooftop song,
as if our stillness might prolong
the aura of a rainy night.
It rises to its fullest height
and serenades a sleeping throng
when darkness falls. We snuggle tight
and listen to the rooftop song.
With peace abundant, struggles slight,
endowed contentment reigns; no wrong
can penetrate. Our love is strong
because, in slowly fading light,
when darkness falls, we snuggle tight.
Mary Boren, 2011
On this, a wet November morning made
for extra mattress time with skin-on-skin,
a-cuddle in the alcove where I laid
my graying head last night, the girl within
is fully reawakened. Down the glass
roll glimpses of the gauzy realm where wrong
cannot exist. In whispers, angels pass.
My heart rejoins the universal song
to feed the well from which all blessings flow.
Staccato raindrops on the metal roof
crescendo, fade to pianissimo —
a symphony for two, sufficient proof
that heaven is at hand. It’s ten to nine,
and Ever-After-Happily is mine.
Mary Boren, 2004