On A Quiet Night
by Telephoneman (composed February 12th, 2008)

There comes a time when we sit alone, listening to the quiet night
It seems like the quiet has a friend named peace, and another friend named calm
Quiet is a humble night, a lovely humble existence all to itself
Sometimes when I am very busy, I long for a piece of that quiet night

Quiet can be many things, and it can have many names
Sometimes quiet is a breeze that blows in through your windows
Other times it is a breeze cascading through the trees
Even a fire can be a quiet thing, as it softly crackles and shimmers in the glow

My soul longs for the quiet space, and I hunt it out it seems every day
A space not like outer space, there isn't any air to breath out there they say
But rather a space where it is so peaceful I could drift off to sleep
Or it would touch my heart and cause a simple single tear to flow down my cheek

I'm sure quiet comes from heaven, because it possesses so much absolute good
As I breathe it in my nose, and exhale it out my mouth, I can feel the quiet in my lungs
It comes in, swirls around inside of me, then rushes out smiling and blessing my lips
It is a good thing, and it gives me a lot of strength to live

Sometimes quiet is a bird in flight, way up in the air
A happy creature with very little care and most likely no anxiety
The wind flows through the bird's feathers, and it lifts the bird's delicate bones
Until softly, the birds lights on the branch of a tree, and sings a quiet song

The quiet can touch your ears and sooth the busy eardrums
It seems to fill the box you are standing in, and encompass the whole of the outdoors
It gives your ears rest; it is like a massage therapist for the sense of hearing
It is soothing like a cool drink on a very hot day

I long for the quiet, I need the quiet, I make it my best friend and my love
It is a place I go to, it is a place I come from, it is a place where I find myself
It is a place where I can find God, and talk to the Creator, quiet is a holy place
It's a place where angels fly, and rainbows shine, and the goodness of life abounds

Away from the chaos of life, from the busy streets, and the rumble of the motor cars
Away from job worries, away from family worries, it is a perfect place of reflection
Quiet is a mirror that you can look into that tells a story about how to live and be wise
Quiet is the very reflection in the mirror, it brings instructions and a lot of good advice

I would give my life to have more of this quiet; I would sell every thing that I own
Just to bask in the glow of the perfect quiet, to let it huddle around me in ebb and flow
I reach out for it, and it is always there to be found, it never hides far off or away
Live in me, quiet, live in my soul, and let me give you as presents to my friends

excellent write!!!

February 12th

My soul longs for the quiet space, and I hunt it out it seems every day
A space not like outer space, there isn't any air to breath out there they say
But rather a space where it is so peaceful I could drift off to sleep
Or it would touch my heart and cause a simple single tear to flow down my cheek

I'm sure quiet comes from heaven, because it possesses so much absolute good
As I breathe it in my nose, and exhale it out my mouth, I can feel the quiet in my lungs
It comes in, swirls around inside of me, then rushes out smiling and blessing my lips
It is a good thing, and it gives me a lot of strength to live



February 12'th is my least favorite day of the year.
I really liked the personality that seems especially present in this part of the piece. Good read.