Night breathes
its peace in
shimmering air
dusted with winter.
.
Night breathes
its silence in
rustling wishes
between sheets.
.
Night breathes
an invitation in
a lingering look
over the shoulder.
.
Night breathes
a promise in
peace,
silence,
invitation.
Shawn L. Bird 
Beautiful.
Thanks.
Nicely done Shawn. x
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Thanks, David. (Good morning!)
Reblogged this on tot123itsme and commented:
Night breathes
in the human
existence
hope of non-
extinction
Lovely words, Chris.
Shawn, that is simply beautiful.
Thanks Melody
Great poem! Night has it’s own special unique energy and rhythm.
It does.