night, a magical time
Soft, silent. Glistens like a dewdrop in the soft smooth moonlight
perched on a leaftip in a dark grove
moonbeams softening edges with sprinkled starlight.
brook that slowly gurgles to sing along with the cricket ensemble
while softly sighed the nightbird with the soft wind's whisper

don't you wish to be there

Oh what a beautiful time night is, dark night that conceals presence
no pretense
and all coy emotions come out unbidden
each breath plays a certain
sweet sour pleasing painful scent
rising crest and falling trough
deeper, deeper, higher, higher
beautiful and sad
beautiful and sad
beautiful but sad

unique snowflake adrift in its own world
like so many other infinite worlds
the universe within its grasp
the universe in its grasp
its own universe is its whole
singing its own
music of the night