Cool night air pushed around by a ceiling fan
particularly soothes following a long day;
the hour is late, the moon is high,
only the things of nature come to life outside.
I cherish the memories of other nights
wishing on stars, and a young girl's dreams;
but now I crave these moments to listen
to the other worlds in me, and to create.
Senses heighten in the absence of man and light.
A unique beauty, silent and serene, roams the night
like a cat feeling its way through the darkness;
it is the time to awaken the things inside, and explore.
Great! This drawn from deep experience. A masterful use of imagery. keep on writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem about the serenity of the night. Very well articulated. Thanks for sharing.