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!