Beauty of the Night

I weep at the beauty of the night

With its welcoming darkness

Brightened softly by the moon.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With its cool winds

That caress my skin.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With the lingering scents of flowers

And sun baked earth.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose energy fills me

And urges me to new wonders.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose subtle nature often goes ignored

By those who are born with the sun in their veins.

 

The night is in mine and I rejoice.

 

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