By Jacob A. English
It's silent at night.
The moon shines through the window -
through the blinds -
through the curtains.
I hear, I hear silence at night.
A beautiful melody.
A calming rhythm.
A peace of mind.
A soothing sound.
A warmth.
A comforting embrace.
My thoughts run smoothly through my lobes.
Dancing across the grey matter -
igniting harmony with my spirit.
My energy takes flight.
Dancing.
My energy dances.
It's free.
My thoughts -
blowing in the wind.
Flourishing in the wind.
There is magic at night.
A night.
So pure and innocent.
Possibility.
Searching inward.
Blessings upward.
Abundance forward.
Doubt behind me.
Hush now -
do you hear it?
It's the silence at night.