The night fades

The night sweeps away

The rain blossoms

In gentle swings

The ticks of dews fall

Onto the rocky ground

The night is quiet

The night is introvert

It is filled with moonlight's sonata,

A ballad of crickets,

And a melody of dancing trees

The night is filled with a breeze

The home, a furnace

With midnight snacks

Of cereal and bread

Cuddle on a couch,

Reading a book

Until my eyes close,

And my glasses drop

The night is solace

The night is forgiving

A heartful rest,

An irreplaceable dream

It is our night,

Beloved because it is mine.