Voices

The voices in the alley
Echo through the night
In our bed we forgive them
Their reckless mirth
Through the open window they sound
As if they were next to us
The stillness of the night magnifying
Their sound
All around
They sigh
They lament
And laugh
And scream
To sleep
Perchance
To dream?
Waking with a start
I wonder
Were they real?
Your slumbering form beside me
You wake with a stir
“What was that?”
“I had a dream, a woman
Stood at the edge of the bed…”
It was nothing
I said
But voices in the alley.