the sounds of the night
The sounds of the night
pressing hard against me.
Hardly a sound made,
everyone tucked tightly in their beds,
dreaming those sweet dreams,
all except for me.
I roam the streets,
lean out my window,
sit in a chair on the lawn
just to hear the sounds of the night.
My mind restless
made at ease by the night music;
the sound of the train
blaring far away,
a cricket chirping,
a car passing by;
its driver returning late,
the sound of the alley cats fighting,
but most of all,
large silence,
blanketing all.
All this;
music to my ears,
the balm to my soul,
listening to the sounds of the night
before my mind sleeps.
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