Night Sounds

Night Sounds

I hear ambulances pass,

their lights cross my brow,

rip night's velvet.

Silence pauses at a red light,

a note in a pentagram

of dark & bright streets.

I hear death limos speed away

with the saddest noise.

Maybe I am wrong not to climb

into one of them. Maybe my last

good move is to remain   

in your embrace

leave them to journey
through the night.