Creations by Rachel Lawson Poet
My Style & Philosophy
Some Other Works
A Treasured Collection
The night is like music it is cool and crisp,
smooth and elegant,
the stars twinkle like music,
the moon sails across the sky like a music score,
the darkness is the like beat of the heart listening to music or looking in the mystery which is the night,
the night enthralls like a sweet riff of music,
the beauty of the night is the music of the stars,
the ghostly light of night is like an aria soft,
a song of the night is the unearthly glow,
the ethereal atmosphere of night is like a favorite song,
night tugs on the heart string like a beautiful voice in song,
it is the music of the night,
under the moon's silver glow
I heard the wind blow
the autumn leaves flew past me,
like silver charms in night's debris,
the wind it cools,
the night was full of the airs of scented jewels,
the breeze blew on the lake causing ripples of silver and shadow,
I hear the wind's cries and see its tears which fly and show,
as silver glowing rain, it is the coming of a storm,
the shadows of the wind do form,
where the shadow of the wind does go
the silver aura of night shows in its glow,
the eventide has come,
the day has by night been overcome,
by the night's majestic shores,
darkness now the world explores,
under "the night's Plutonian shores"
the war of night and day rages on in darkness it draws.
perfect peace has come in cool the night's air,
the moon sails by to who knows where,
It's silver glow saturnine and alluring,
the stars wash by in the sea of the night it is assuring,
the silver peace before the chorus predawn,
the flows the night softly to the dawn.
"To write well, express yourself like the common people, but think like a wise man"