I Do Not Know Why The Night Brings Its Own Special Music

I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE NIGHT BRINGS ITS OWN SPECIAL MUSIC

I do not know why the night brings its own special music
But after the long hot day a breeze has a song of its own

Music then is in the eyes also
And in the spaces between the deep darkness
And the wondrous white lamplight
One feels a beauty inexpressible -

Time and Life and Fate are many things
But the night when it has its Beauty
Calls to us in sounds of joy no other darkness can.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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