night calls to something in my soul
to something buried there
it can't be peace, there is no peace
within my soul to share

the crickets chirr, a background hum
to thoughts crowding my mind
they sing to me, all's well this eve
despite a day unkind

black velvet sky, so far, so high
above the petty fights
the angry words, the ugly looks
change not the faint starlight

leaves rustle gently in the breeze
a soothing lullaby
the pressures from the people here
can't silence their soft sighs

night calls to something deep inside
neither to joy nor sorrow
it strengthens a waning resolve
to survive each tomorrow

04/02/2003

Author's Note: hum. old. needs a little smoothing out. comments, suggestions?

Posted on 04/02/2003
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