The Reality Poet
The Music of Night
The crickets with melody hum their song,
as the sun sets and twilight descends.
The ending of day where our rest belongs,
as the rhapsody of night begins.
The stars twinkle off and on,
at their slow methodical beat.
Trees wave their branches with a rhythm so calm,
their breeze will sing you to sleep.
So let the night conduct its ensemble,
enjoy the ballet of dreams my friend.
Soon the time will come for its final curtain,
so the harmonious opera of day can begin.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
as the sun sets and twilight descends.
The ending of day where our rest belongs,
as the rhapsody of night begins.
The stars twinkle off and on,
at their slow methodical beat.
Trees wave their branches with a rhythm so calm,
their breeze will sing you to sleep.
So let the night conduct its ensemble,
enjoy the ballet of dreams my friend.
Soon the time will come for its final curtain,
so the harmonious opera of day can begin.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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The Music of Night
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