At Night

At night,

There is no bright light,

For the world has finally gone to sleep.

Occasionally babies weep,

Dogs will bark,

And people will walk through the park.

Otherwise all is silent,

And nothing is quite as violent,

For the world has finally gone to sleep.

With the night goes our sight,

There is nothing to smell,

There is nothing to taste,

But there is everything to hear.

There is no food to taste,

There is no one to see,

There are no flowers to smell,

For the world has finally gone to sleep.

While lying in bed,

Sounds swim in you head.

Trains blow their horn,

Until was past three in the morn.

Dogs bark,

At mysterious things in the park.

People cry out in their sleep,

And babies weep.

Otherwise all is quiet,

For the world has finally gone to sleep.

No birds chirp,

No crickets sing,

The swings don't squeak,

The wind chimes don't ring,

Church bells don't sound,

Voices don't call,

All cars are quiet,

All lights are out,

For the world has finally gone to sleep.