Tonight is young,

and so is the day,
the month,
the year,

Each bringing an unexpected guest,
beating surprise,
Joy like the thump of the drum,
Or a newborn baby’s heart,

Come, sing to me!
Sing me the song I never knew;
Love born to me again,
Peace with her raised fists

I have come
bleeding and free,
The last night did not hold me
And it never will.

(Thank you, R.W.)