Sentimental Summer Sounds

The Great Horned Owls hoot on for hours
breaking the silence of a cloudy and humid summer night. 
The windows to the outside world are wide open
allowing the sweetness of the firs and pines fragrance
to permeate the stale, sultry bedroom air.
The conversation between the owls
sounds like a long distance phone call
in which time pauses between
the short awkward sentences.
"hoohoohoo hoohoohoo hoo"
One sounds as if she was in the next room.
As their unique poignant chatter
echoes off the giant trees,
the other stranger in the distance
seems to be a country mile away.
He answers her questions willingly
from the stillness of his roost on the other side of the draw
His nocturnal call resonates  up the treed hill
overlooking the rippling brook
as it enters the emerald rock dammed pond
of cool, crystal clear, spring water.

From the north, beyond the crest of the hill,
a new sound is heard in the night’s darkness,
hushing the flirtatious owls lullaby.
It is the sound of the distant trains in the valley
speeding though the night on the infinite rails. 
From this lonely audible vantage point,
I once again count crossing horn blasts like sheep
The first whistles are barely heard from a great distance
evolving into undeniable peaceful solitude ending,
dream ruining, ruminating noise.
Finally fading into the night air, like a distant memory
Silence is restored after 28 horn blasts
warn all creatures and mankind
that the train from somewhere passed in the night
Traversing seemingly infinite tracks
crossing great physical and cultural distances
Defining an unfamiliar journey
towards unknown destinations.

The Great Horned Owls were then silenced by the aura
of vivid human sentimental emotions
transcending the nighttime air
Enigmatic silent reverie quieted their lost moment
of intimate organic vocal exchange
I reminisced quietly in my mind
over that exact sound scenario’s feeling of déjà vu
Slipping into a dream knowing I've been here before...
Remembering our time together...
As you lie next to me
with only a musky cotton sheet
partially covering your sleeping beauty
while listening to the silence,
broken by the wonders of nature.
I watched you countless times
content to be in the moment
I relished the melody of your sensual
exhaled breath as you slept.

Willingly, I silently counted
Owls and trains... contemplating
the loss of this moment in my mind.
While imagining your peaceful slumber,
once again I feel you close to me.
As I closed my eyes
I watched the trains refection
of the  dawning red sky
as you boarded that train.
Left here behind, with these roots grounded
in the bed rock of my history,
I watched as you disappeared
into the distant horizon
I could hear the fading whistle
at some far-away crossing
of the infinite rails
traveling towards unknown
final destinations…