When daytime things go to rest
And this part of the world seems at ease
The nighttime things come to be
The crickets gently chirp an inviting tune
And I can hear the breeze through the trees
When daytime things cease to be
A diamond-filled black satin sky
Invite the moon to shine so beautifully
As the nighttime things come to be
I know I should be slumbering soon
And join the chorus ever dutifully
When daytime things cease to be
But the night is tugging at my heart
To step out into the adventurous dark
While the nighttime things come to be
So my dilemma comes ’round again
When daytime things cease to be
Should I sleep or dance along
As the nighttime things come to be
Poetic Ponderings 
I like this one. something in it grabs me….not quite sure. maybe it’s the night owl in me responding??
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We are two night owls in a pod. Sort of. Well, you get the idea. š
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You are a night owl. Me too. š
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soothing…i like the chirrup of crickets…and the satin sky…nice texture that…i love the night…i tend to come alive a bit once the sun goes down and the pace of life changes…smiles…
hope your inspiration omes back : (
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Thank you. I miss those things at night. Not very much of them here where I live now. But all’s good anyway. I’m thankful for what I do have – a house. =)
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I love the rhythm and musicality of this, Janice. š
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Thank you. š
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