Quiet Nights

Praise the evening night

Quiet Nights

The night sings to me 

Its somber feeling of a sober evening

Crickets screeching

Owls Howling

The ambience of life that all seems frightening

These nights make me think of questions

Yes Questions

Questions that were barely given thought

The vastness of the universe 

The Depth of a mans mind 

My sweet and lovely night 

Please sing to me and show me thy might

Let me think of the good in this world

The way you would your strongest of manhood

Quiet nights, there is nothing like it

The round moon that speaks the unknown for tomorrow

All of men to remind themselves not to go hallow 

These quiet nights, I would not trade for gold

Please oh quiet night, I do not wish to sell my soul