Caress The Night Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

When I see faint beams of dawn's fresh light,
I realize that I did caress the night.
Where I closed my eyes to the swaying trees
Under starlight listening to this symphony.

To caress the night you must empty whole
The daytime troubles that in pieces stroll.
Let your mind float freely and retain no more,
Any battles fought on other dry hard shores.

Can you hear the crickets beneath Osprey wings,
Where the Owls hoot out and the Robin sings?
Then open your eyes and as you see fresh words,
Just write them down so they may be heard.