Summer Night’s Valentine

I try to write to you at night
The nights are cooler quieter
I can stop thinking in the old way
I can look at the stars
Instead of the impossible sun
Which is like the golden goose
Of the universe sitting on her last egg
But then she too takes her place
Under the stars one among many
Deepening the silence
Which makes me want to speak
To you but I would have too much
To write things you already know
And the nights are too fine to last
And love has so far to go