There is beauty in a black night
to feel alone and not be lonely
to love what is hidden
and not need to find it
mystery
and imagination
working on reality
in the dark
red lights
green lights
lights with different meaning
walking
under electric messages
telephone wires
speaking love
selling nonsense
shouting hate
or whispering prayers
above the sound of my feet.
Then I stand still
And the night is really beautiful
Every sound has stopped.
Intellectual Shaman 
And there is beauty in this poem. *sharing*
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Thank you Liz!!! I am so glad you liked it. 🙂
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My pleasure! It brought a moment of pleasure to my day.
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Love the comforting sense off solitude created by the various images that suggest one is not isolated.
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Yes, this poem came to me while running around a lake at night. I was struck by the beauty of being alone. If a person was there, it would have changed that beautiful black night.
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