POETRY

Night falls

Night falls in a strange city.
In windows, lights are lit by unseen hands.
       None are for you.

The rising breeze quickens your pace, your blue-tinged
      shadow stretching
     between the ache of remembrance
     the the humming restlessness of desire
    as you balance your way across uneven cobblestones

You dream of a destination,
     appealing in its solid, predictable patterns of the
           everyday,
      often front-lit by jarring flourescense
      but sometimes filled with a golden, innocent clarity

Yet, with even greater longing, you dream of this city.

- Eve Nilenders

Eve is a graduate student in the Russian and East European Institute and the School of Public and Environmental Affairs. She loves music, languages, and travelling. In part because of her fascination with expression, she speaks seven foreign languages and plays several instruments. Eve has won several poetry competitions at her alma mater, the University of Delaware.