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NIGHT MUSINGS
Semi-cool nights have their own pianos,
Their own guitars and their own flutes,
Human ears cannot hear the sonatas,
But poets' hearts are not trucculent brutes.
I sing softly as the breeze creates music,
And the cloudy sky soothes my sad soul,
I love the symphony of the night's mystique,
And enjoy the moonlight's romantic role.
Then I am drawn to Him who made me,
The Lord of all worlds: The God Almighty,
My being then prays for His mercy,
And thanks Him for all His bounty.
God's Light shines everywhere,
But more where He is remembered,
The world-seekers -- they cannot see.
His resplendance in sky, land and sea.
