night

at night, the neon ghosts turn off their blinking
anger and there is calm

the ancients in the trees silenty sway in the wind,
their worries of what humans are doing to earth; calmed.

the cars dont honk at one another

there are no techno junkies texting or yelling on their
cell phones that cost 4 hundred dollars a piece to
be made by someone in china who makes 10 cents a day.

you look up, and there is a beautiful moon, even if it
was stained with our greedy foot prints, it still smiles.
you can't take something that grand and ruin it, i guess.

at night, the churchs are what they were always supposed
to be, peacfull, a place for quiet homage to our belief
structures, not a commerical instituition where people
pay for their mistakes they could haven not made in
the first place.

sometimes it's raining, sometimes it not. sometimes
at night it's cold enough to wear gloves or an extra
sweater. sometimes it's hot. but it's always worth it.

night, a walk through the miracle of a sleeping city
takes away the days agony and pain.