Unspoken

It’s dark and crickets are the only sound
coming through the open windows.
A light breeze pushes curtains
so that a sliver of starlight seeps in.

The lush hills of the canyon and
sun warming my skin are but memories
when all is covered in night.

I don’t speak much of these moments,
solitary and sparkling,
because some of the best things
are felt and left unspoken.