Poezja

At night the fragrances of jasmine
and lavender
comes in through the window
along with the love songs of the doves,
 
the moon hangs golden yellow
like a sunflower
and in the distance cars pass
and there are the noises
 
of ambulance and police sirens,
the hooting of a train
but you do lay hot and cosy against me
and the outside world passes us.