Dark dewy night
shrouding, enclosing
the deep black sky
in its misty quietus
hidden stars.

Two souls sweep
in silent murmurs
simmering secrets
shared
on the banks of the Charles
breath on breath
thought and thought
word for word
two souls
share.

Dark dewy quietus
a night away
from the red
bricks of Harvard
and its bustling kids
two souls weep
for the world
reflected on the Charles.