At Night

When the sun goes down
And no one is awake in the town
I come out to see what I can see
With the blue-black sky above me
With no one here to push me down

I like the peace all around me
With the crickets chirping their melody
I know that people all around where I am
Have their sleeping dreams as sweet as jam
And have the sky above where their bad times can flee

I have the quiet with nothing to have my thoughts banned
My thoughts of evil are not at hand
For when it its night
Every thing is right
For at night I can be who I am

[Poems] [Porchwith House]