Evensong

(a sonnet)
 
As sun's last supplication ends the day,
Anointing Earth in pools of golden light.
Somewhere, unseen, musicians start to play,
A woman's voice takes up the song of Night.
 
With words that whisper love to famished hearts,
Like children's prayers from dinner tables' grace.
With notes that heal, the troubled soul departs,  
Like gentle Moon, harsh light of sun replace.
 
At Night's procession's final yellow glow,
Her music flows like tears from joyful eyes.
Within the melody new verses grow,
Let Earth begin the chorus and reprise.
 
The Moon and Night begin to sing along,
And grace this singer's po'm, her evensong.