A Whirl with the Night

What mystique surrounds the night
When the mind frolics alone!
What one sees without the light
Sums more than what can be shown.

For a pure night frees the mind
Ensnarled by the day's stress.
Roaming amidst this bliss find,
My spirit's joy is boundless.

The evening's breeze flows through me
Invigorating my soul.
I find inner harmony
Through the night's touch and control.

Thought spent in contemplation,
Amongst ideas and insight,
Is the song for the motion
In this shared dance with the night.

April 7, 2001