Night is among us, the world becomes still.
               Like a calm before the storm.
The moon shows her beauty, her feminine curves wow us as we admire.
The sky looks of magical colors, some light, some dark, and they are woven together like a Quilt telling a story of generations
                     Passed on.
The air speaks to us, in a voice as soft as silk, and sweet as a rose.
To whom listens, its only for you.
                       Only you.