Beauty in the Night

When dark clouds gather,
and things don't turn out right.
I linger with the sunset,
waiting for beauty in the night.

When the bright of moon travels,
'cross clouds scudding in its bright.
I linger in the cloaking darkness,
savoring beauty in the night.

When the whippoorwill calls,
and the nighthawk takes to flight.
The owl hoots its timeless warning,
to those sleeping beauty in the night.

When troubles all surround me,
and I see no end in sight.
When sleepless, I lie awake,
longing for beauty in the night.

When I feel a sense of wander,
'neath shadows with all my might,
I sense the world primeval,
searching for beauty in the night.

When the warmth of summer comes,
and the fog drifts in just right,
you stand backlit in your window,
silhouetting your beauty in the night.

When my wandering is over,
and I return from my sojourn's rite.
My bed waits softly inviting,
with your beauty in the night.



Moon Over Clouds

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I have excellent night vision and
find walking in a warm moonlit night
without artificial light, listening
to night sounds, most inviting.

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