Ask me what a night is and I’d say “respite”,she soaks the sore eyes in her quiesced soulbornof calm ice.Ask me what a night is and I’d say “waltz”,and he who picks the darkest night sways the damselfairest of all.Then I quip and quibble;she’s “graceful”,”nimble”.Ask me what a night is and I’d say “good bye,it’sContinue reading “What a night is!”