Vespers, by Lucille Younger Vespers by Lucille Younger Night sings ancient songs, softly.
New cities sleep.
Quiet now tonic chords of celebrated fugues that scored the hurried days of life's seductive commerce, while seeking contrapuntal trysts with docile bells that chimed at noon, demurred and trickled down the gentle slopes of steepled churches. Lighter than air, the songs ascend and spray chromatic lullabies across the moon. Sweet mist an essence soft, refined a luring vacuum, endless time suspended on a dangling note of love. All rights reserved.