The night has a mystery
Of its own
Wrapping dreams and hopes
In packages of
Make believe reality
Deep within our souls
The magic of mirages
Reflection of desires
Of true sentiments
Deep within
Ignoring all reason
Caring only for the heart
True yearning and longings
Of what satisfies
And bring happiness
Without asking
Nothing is impossible
Delighting the senses
Feeding the mind
Nurturing the soul
The night has a mystery
Of its own
Make it what you want
Always true
Always pure
Always a reflection
Of who we are
© 2007 by Amanda Sanz
This just became one of my favorite poems by you.
Ahh, yes, the night does have a mysterious element to it, Amanda; i love to gaze up into the heavens and count the stars. It’s totally impossible, you know. So, I end up talking to God as I start to recount them. Night is magical, especially at the foot of a mountain along the Shenandoah River in Virginia. It’s just me, magic and my Father…
Ahh, yes, the night does have a mysterious element to it, Amanda; i love to gaze up into the heavens and count the stars. It’s totally impossible, you know. So, I end up talking to God as I start to recount them. Night is magical, especially at the foot of a mountain along the Shenandoah River in Virginia. It’s just me, mystery and my Father…