The Night of the Full Moon
O come with me into this moonlight world.
The trees are large and soft tonight,
With blossoms loaded soft and white,
A cloud of whiteness furling and unfurled.
The houses give their sounds upon the air
In muted tones and secrecies,
Their lights like laughter through the trees.
The evening breathes its vows into our hair.
The evening puts its lips to throat and brow
And swears what it has sworn before
To others and will swear to more.
The evening has its arms around us now.

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Good Night My Love!
As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.
When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can’t be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.
Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.
I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

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a night to remember
like a prayer that has no answer
a night so romantic
a night that makes me sick
A night full of love
a night full of butterfly
a night full of caress
a night full of kiss
a night of bliss
a night for indulgence
a intimate and sexy ambiance
a night of touch
a night to remember…
A night with you.

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Listen carefully, open ur heart, for my Whispers In Da Nite
to uching ur soul, ever so gently, making u glow so bright
I come to u, through a warm breeze, feel me on ur face
Ur beautiful glow, lights my world, blessed wid Gods sweet grace
Hear da birds sing, a special luv song, up in da tree
In through ur ears, a soft melody, jst for u from me
I come to u, in many different ways, each & every day
Ur magnetic pull, attracting me, God wants it dis way
I come to u, in my comforting way, sending all my luv
I pray to God, thanking him, for sending u from above

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Spring Night
The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be
Here with this beauty over me?
My throat should ache with praise, and I
Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth’s wonder with surprise?
Why have I put off my pride,
Why am I unsatisfied,—
I, for whom the pensive night
Binds her cloudy hair with light,—
I, for whom all beauty burns
Like incense in a million urns?
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

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Night is the time to say goodbye to the past,
It is the time to wish for sleep, all night that lasts.
It is the time to forget all your worries and troubles,
It is the time to allow your dreams to bubble.
So lay your head on your pillow tonight,
And don’t you forget to hug your blanket really tight.
I wish you a very very good night!

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The night is cold.
the night is sad for some.
The night is so dark.
the night come and go like my love for you.
The night is time for me to sleep and dream of you.
the night is everwhere I go.
The night is time for some people to have fun.
the night is so alone for me.
I hate the night becuase is reminds me of you.
the night was when we had fun.

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Night Poem
There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whipers.
You rock in the rain’s arms
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.

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A Chilly Winter’s Night
All seems so dark under a moonless sky
And the repetitive sound of the nocturnal
boobook’s cry
Echo in the quietness of the night
On the tall gum trees on the wooded height
Though not frosty cold a high of a few degrees
And a soft whistling sound come to me in the
freshening breeze
The wombat has his borders to defend
Males of his own kind could never become his
friend
The cries of the breeding spur wing plovers I
can hear
Perhaps a fox to where their nest is might be
prowling near
And if he found their nest their blotched eggs
he would eat
To a fox’s taste buds such a thing does taste
sweet
Save for the calls of nocturnal wildlife all
seems calm and still
And the Winter night air though not frosty
does have a slight chill.

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Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
Give thou repose.
And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead day’s requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
Soft lullaby.
Let them that guard the hornàed Moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have new dreams and blest
In my brief rest.
Fold thy great wings about my face,
Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,
And cheat me with thy false delight,
Most Holy Night.’