Night's Revelations

So often I'll go walking in the dark.
To listen to the rhythms of the night,
Without the blind distractions of the day.
The only light produced by moon and stars.

The moon will cast its glow upon the path,
And pull the waves that crash upon the shore.
I watch the twinkling sky put on a show
And hear the breeze blow gently in the trees.

For then, is when I feel it once again,
The pulse of something vital that's in me.
I sense the vastness of the universe,
That sends mysterious vibrations out.

I have a sudden sense of feeling small
But part of it, all in some mystic way.