Landscapes of the Night

The day is ended, the night touches all we see -
Darkness growing deeper as the hours go -
A quiet stillness hums in the air, no footfall,
No barking dogs, no hooting owls as they know
The landscapes of the night.
From my lamps, a soft light.
The comforting contrast to the deepest dark
Seeking the warm glow, to know, where you are -
Thus far, here in my tiny spot, a lark
On a globe, spinning in the heaven among stars.