As I grow older, I’m falling more and more in love with the night. Is it the darkness that I love or the silence that it brings? Is it the glow of the night lamp or the solitude?
Ah! the night is here,
How I love it so-
I, the silent spectator
It does the talking;
Moaning dogs, honking cars
Chirping crickets, screeching tires
Behind closed wooden doors,
And open glass windows
I hear, the incessant hum
The day is done; the night has come
Ah! The night is here,
How I love it so…
I, the keen observer
It does the painting;
Orange moon today, midnight blue skies
No sign of stars today; clouds in streaks, guise
Black crowns of trees, twinkling lights
I watch in amazement, I behold the sights-
A throw over my feet, a bolster for my back
A melodious silence, seeps in and stays
Ah! the night is here-
A silent spectator
Its watching,
Me; unwinding
A keen observer
Its listening,
The buzz of my unbroken breathing
My heart’s unceasing beating
Every ebb and flow
In the lantern’s soft glow.
Ah! The night is here
How I love it so…
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