I Love the Smell of Night

I love the smell of night,
When the people go to sleep,
As the city begins to awake.

I love the Moon’s embrace,
As its orange glow suggests it’s close orbit,
I stare in wonder in how small I truly am.

I love the ambience,
The background of nature cricking,
Still ticking, even at this late date.

I always feel more at home,
The stars above, a better cradle,
That my mom’s loving caress ever was.