Magic of the Night

by Brianna G. Harte

The beauty of night,

The soft of the cool air,

The magic of the time,

To call upon tranquility

For all to wind into one.

How gentle the glow

Of the moon rising high,

Caressing the world

As she compliments the sky.

How melodious the crickets,

The owls, and the breezes,

Combining their sounds

To sooth the world below

In simple harmony.

How wonderful the feeling

Of standing in the moonlight,

Dancing to nature’s music,

And waiting for love to take flight.

Whether the amor of a lover

Or of the world itself,

It matters not

For the night hosts all,

Until the sun calls it day.

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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