Because The Night

by Christine Holden
(UK)

They were just kids
artists and lovers
watching, listening, dreaming.
No money
but happy
exploring the world through
their own lens.
Rimbaud and Blake
filled her dreams
And her loneliness.
She had a voice
waiting to be heard.
He had a vision
waiting to be seen.
Together they merged.
Last night I watched her
and listened as she turned the page
her heart laid bare on the stage
beating with the guitar rhythm
because the night was made
For lovers, dreamers and poets.