Nighttime Bliss
I like the dead and dark of night
when people are asleep,
Instead of talking needlessly
demanding, their needs met.
Instead of talking needlessly
of worries woes and fears,
I hear the silence of the house
alone, my mind is all my own.
For a moment in my life of dreams
I do not have to care
I do not have to think about
the other thoughts out there
and yet I love to care about
the people in my life.
I love to hear their problems
and their woes.
It's just the night time calls to me
a time to be alone.
A time to re-examine
all the thoughts that are my own.
I love to think for just myself
An unrestricted time alone
I love the silence of the night
with self felt affirmation.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2007
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