Night

When the sun casts its last ray
In the dusty, red evening glow
And shadows grow ending the day,
Then a splendid canopy of light
Fills darkened skies with stars
And moonbeams shining bright,
A time for love and dreams and rest
And promises of sheer delight,
Those precious hours I like best
When I"m at peace and all is right,
Body and soul in quiet harmony,
I am a creature of the night...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz