Late at night

a motorcycle roars down the street
I hear the high laughter of a college girl
I stare at words.
words that must say the most important
words that must convey in not too many.
it's late at night here, the moon is hiding
behind some clouds, the streetlamp
is busy lighting the garden across the way.
it's late, I stare at these words knowing
they must convey the power of
love.