The night is a time where thoughts hear the cars no more;
and the people's loud noises called "speech" has calmed.
The blinding force--Light?-- has also gone.
And those rushing feet have finally stopped.
They no longer kick up dust that chokes?
It's so very quiet, so very strange.
No deadlines, no assignments, no bills
to chase the thoughts away.
It's almost too good to be true.
The silly people have finally stopped to rest!
And oh, tentatively, mischeviously, The thoughts sneak out to play.