The sun has set. At last we can roam free
Under the watch of the pale, gentle moon.
When dawn resurfaces we'll sigh aloud,
Complaining that the Day did come too soon.
The Night comes with all of its honesty,
Not with garish light nor blinding glare.
It is the tame when we can all exhale,
Stop performing, take in some fresh air.
The Night's a cry of freedom ringing out,
The roar of all of those who dare to dream.
The Night is liberation openness
A beautiful unadulterated scene.
The night, my cool crisp hours of repose,
Is like a calming breeze against my skin.
This fleeting time of glorious escape
Invites all who are weary to come in.
The sound of crickets chirping their low songs
Blends with the subtle hum of dormancy
It creates the most harmonious of tunes?
What man can find a better symphony?
I've wandered many times during the night
Through forests littered with fallen dead leaves.
The mystery that Night contains
Is more than my senses could all perceive.
The stars glittering in their lofty perch
Appear as diamonds in a velvet net.
If I could spend my life wrapped in the Night
I'd live a happy life and die content.
