A Pulse

Poem #11 [for 11/01/10, posted on the 12/01/10]:

A Pulse

The Children of the Night revel,
They fear not the sun,
But rather in its warmth,
They sleep well.

So they dance when the moon rides high,
Under the stars they flow,
Like waves they rise and fall,
With the same energy as the high tide.

So they sing to the dark sky,
Loud and clear ring the notes,
Melody and Harmony,
A Symphony that weaves their lives.

So they pass their days this way,
Unity and Passion,
Strength and Happiness,
A Love that keeps their souls awake.