Cool night air pushed around by a ceiling fan
particularly soothes following a long day;
the hour is late, the moon is high,
only the things of nature come to life outside.

I cherish the memories of other nights
wishing on stars, and a young girl's dreams;
but now I crave these moments to listen
to the other worlds in me, and to create.

Senses heighten in the absence of man and light.
A unique beauty, silent and serene, roams the night
like a cat feeling its way through the darkness;
it is the time to awaken the things inside, and explore.

Carolyn Brunelle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-beauty-2/