MOUNTAIN NIGHTS

There is unbroken quietness,

In the mountains, in the night;

A stillness even thoughts can't break,

Nor shatter as if light.

The night's protective blackness,

Like a velvet wrap is worn,

An embrace of one's whole body,

Sensuous and warm.

 

The stars ... a million dancing lights,

Choose one and it is yours;

One is enough ... please leave the rest,

For poets and philosophers.

A scent of wild Jasmine,

Pervades the soft night air;

An intoxicant so strong,

No match found anywhere.

 

Evening music of the woods,

Rustling sylvan chords;

God, I think, is whispering,

Hush!  Don't miss His words!

Close your eyes in solitude,

Your Lord and you alone,

You've caught a glimpse of Heaven ...

You've caught a glimpse of Home.