Cool night air pushed around by a ceiling fan <br />particularly soothes following a long day; <br />the hour is late, the moon is high, <br />only the things of nature come to life outside. <br /> <br />I cherish the memories of other nights <br />wishing on stars, and a young girl's dreams; <br />but now I crave these moments to listen <br />to the other worlds in me, and to create. <br /> <br />Senses heighten in the absence of man and light. <br />A unique beauty, silent and serene, roams the night <br />like a cat feeling its way through the darkness; <br />it is the time to awaken the things inside, and explore.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-beauty-2/
