The incandescent fragrance of lilacs 
hangs in the breeze, enhancing 
silence, accentuating the freedom 
of the sleeping city at 3 a.m.

A certain stillness, cars rest in suburban 
driveways; toxic fumes dampened, 
leaving little to blatantly disrupt the 
balance of a slightly-starry night.

Restless romantics lay half-awake, alive
and questioning all likely answers 
slipping through the window. For 
just a while we breathe and sleep.

© 2017 j.g. lewis