| My favorite time of night Or morning Is the unholy hours, The uncertain hours, When even the burglers are asleep. The time you can't tell Whether it's morning or night When time stands still When even time is asleep. Nothing moves. Everything breaths. Gently, the whole world breaths And all is silent But for my bubble of music And light That ne'er moves beyond the doorframe. The faint sounds of me Of only me. Aye, my friends Blessed be the unholy hours. |