The quiet of the night is such a delight.
All the many sounds that my ears grasp, and,
some echoing in the distant past. The candor of
talk as the passersby walk. A-a-ah, the wind is
pleasurable, as well as measurable. It feels good
in the hood. A time to give thanks, to think, or
maybe take a wink. Oh Lord, the distant night, with
of love sent from heaven above. A dance, a romance,
a chance to unwind. Heavenly Father, the nights should
always be so kind.
Thursday, January 2, 2003